Matinee

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

-W.B. Yeats

Loosen the ties where synapse connects.

Like mornings that try to hide jewels among dew,

Know the truths the world secrets and the lies it reflects.

What you see are results of special effects.

Dribble of acid might eat through the glue

and loosen it. The ties where synapse connects

will be broadcast in IMAX at the old multiplex.

Attend if you wish, but beware: if you do,

you’ll learn the truths the world secrets and the lies it reflects.

Dreamers wax poetic, mathematicians perplex;

we’re given but simplest machines: poem and screw.

These loosen the ties where synapse connects.

Watch the spectre ballet; here looms death like a hex.

I twiddle down seconds to our first rendezvous

to discuss the world’s secrets and the lies it reflects.

Come see foetid corpse, catch the flies it collects.

Widening, widening, the pattern that falcon flew

has loosened the ties where synapse connects,

revealed the truths the world secrets and the lies it reflects.