You say, master pathology--
The Supreme Friction enjoys
plotting its own dissolution
denouement be damned!
 
The clock is missing its ballerina
but the off-key pleases, so trust
the accident, let Ms. Spontaneous
show you the way to go home
 
where its all adobe
& we ponder what happened
to the face of child labor
(she runs a steamboat line, practices
 
an ersatz happiness). You don't
understand why we don't know
any better. Listen now to the people
who make your program possible.