Who's relative to whom Under what category Shared error, shall we laugh At the same themes Under whose auspices A relation, nearness In out group doubt I miss the old spout Where each drank the amount That brought the kind of oblivion That made an us out of close And now that door Creaks louder Covered with the mold of time And spaces unreserved For the unpleasant surprises Spun invisibly on the loom of ignorance Because we didn't say a feeling In lieu of our jokes Where sarcasm was grout Bound to let the tiles fall apart