The networks and patterns wait there thus,
For the eccentric,
The as unusual as love's
Inexplicable pawns,
To make one unexpectedly leap
From nothingness revealed
To the promise of an enemy
Awaiting in the warmth of the void.
But the shopping cart in the park
Is soon enclosed by loving eyes
That make it ever-one with the eternals,
And there are not any lines anymore
At The Dive Bar -- it, too, has disappeared
From regard, a story once, then slickest
Reference, now indistinguishable
From unfeeling plants and lifeless sky.
