The Most Full Drained Glass

Did we stutter? Always, always,
The headline resounds: demanding
Forever from the moment
Constructing a plausible
Denomination for the currency
Of the sublime
With the sound
Of suction
At the ear of the window
Hearing what we were
Not listening for
Confident in restructuring
The nomenclature overwrought
For purposes unthought
As the optimists circle their wagons
Heading down the drain