A lofty experiment it is,
To twist the sugar from the cane.
To whisk away the obvious.
To replace the rational with absurd deviations,
and lackluster motives.
Assuredly, the weary will retrieve their vitriol,
To plague the turf minders,
With anarchy’s whim.
The fence of Awakening,
Is trespassed only by the dark of dusk’s demise. – Sinz
