By day break, perforated seams split the world
into something we can tame and manage--a realm of reality.

Down the road for respect, maturity touches down like those first few steps
an infant makes in their attempt to stand and deliver.

Truth transparently awaits the day it might mimic the shapes
we paint ourselves with.

Undermined and overshadowed, imagination finds refuge
in a sea of nocturnal minds.

Seamless machines form immaculate dreams.

Rinse, repeat and lather indefinitely.