Time's like a slo-mo avalanche set to crush us!
in such a lethal circumstance do not rush us!
there's nobody on the stage the theatre's dark now
should we enjoy a final dance will it touch us?
the proscenium of the culture shifts to cable
if none require our elegance do not push us
whatever we came to do remains undone yet
we feel the hand of providence firmly clutch us!
when falling through the air belt out your aria!
with cosmic humor's provenance apt to cush us
where bloom a hundred flowers amid the gallery
you what comely inheritance count as precious?
some vivid traditions parry pre-fab POVs
fresh-blood outre exuberance is propitious
we resemble not a clean slate a developing negative
whatever's held in imminence will impress us
ability might not bloom in every sessionette
we'll overcome incompetence if you smooch us
the universe itself presents performance art
what's tragic is when indolence doesn't blush us
we can't hold on to anything in this vestibule
the ocean's blue impermanence comes to wash us
to Raphael I proffer a candid missive
our portrait of her luminance was too much us