There are dimples in your perception,
Doubts and ditties too profound to mess with.
Take cover in the undertow!
Gnostic fabulation goes a long way these days,
Takes the edge off indirection and misdeeds.
It’s not time yet to proceed, so
Take the temporary route,
Be radically temporalizing in your deliberations,
Seek the arboreal wasteland.
Do not cast dispersion on the wayward and the indisposed.
It’s a laugh or two before the doors close,
once and for all.