Containment, could that be the best one can hope for? Maybe, but I'm not counting chickens today; Rather the sun is coming up and revealing Blue in the sky, while the clouds are containing The colors, fly, whereas perception's realities Morph into shame. Would it be sensible to find Some other pain? Stretches and strokes of genuine interest Mired and stoked with fiery unrest: here we are It appears, seems; fearful scars, farcical dreams. Why not a group, that's what we want, Society fictions while history fought. Figures on stories and character trains One track and endings, promises maimed. Undone by wisdom and made of the fool Shakespeare will torture while Proust is a rule. Prey and the free from authority rations Starving not hungry, paradox's passions.