Thumbelina

Social awareness springs life in all its many forms of fault On a thin, blank film of ring which encircles the audience seated, Wherein precursive images befall the sight of sovereign role-gazers Who seek after the preservation of authority in place of the refinement of the very sprite itself For in this gleaming presence, numerous reflections of the seated alighten in passing Which would bear witness a good fortune on its observers if it will be known For the dispelling of delusion lies in contribution As traits of individuals accommodate new affiliations Through the hallways of the houses they build A social excuse, vestiture for the chimera that simmer around the echoes that call a friend A nasal contraction, whispers of ballet along with congenial manic fractures A pigeons’ hall work as J. Farnsworth transfuses into moll work Regaling distraction, appalling as adolescent prances conceive a hidden dimension To decisions made on behalf of An unknowing few Surely your indecision wouldn’t assume We’d all forget the Who