Curses think they are charms when conjured Each plot is really a happiness plan Thus analysis of how life is injured Is as useless as invisible hands Words can't come without a perspective That's the paradox of this task Inadvertent always invective Won't hide under a loving mask Surely death washes away each wound As obviously as every win To see any outcome as a boon May as well be called sin Stances fail to maintain balance In chaos and oddness the chill Owl sighs look at mice askance Not knowing that talents could kill Stroll with a hand in pocket And the mind will invent the pose Gait drives electricity to socket As surely as water will hose Narrow your focus and darkness you'll get Downer the scope of the view Broaden: conclusions do slip through the net Beyond valence, this critiqueless crew