Stepping unto the reflectives windswept gauntlet; past its threshold
Atop these exploitations cultured cobblestones, mirrored streets....
Considering this maze offering both Eden's perfumed flowers; soft
Fragrance as that in generics scripted ruins; danglings razor blades ?
No longer wishing to carry Bo Peep's Hyde ride banner nor champion
Another amid precious humanities many a cause; tis not my place....