Roman

The Principle of the String

Sing this thing into sting
its pain bumps tumescent 
so far after bee as to not even zee

Connect these steps to a larger path
and you have a dancing road
laughing its way beyond empty banks

Stolen goods are most often taken 
by inconsequent eyes 
feeding tellers with stories

First, floor
next, universe
finally, cosmic defiance

These clicháise loungers
strang themselves out 
like light bulbs on wire

Not as impressive 
as humans on same
nor as impassive as shallowness fame