Case In Point

Now let us dispense of all the present (un)pleasnatriesIt's background noise now cause celebreThe concept's grown tired and the delivery's rustedTracing all the outlines but never breaking the linesNow it's background noise to surround the circleA false separation forced through distinctionBeen rendered and have surrendered useless againPainted in a corner backed down and outPurely circumstantialSubsistence without substanceTaken up camp for the nightJust down the road a bitBut now the forecast calls for a new front to move on throughA light in the forest sense through the clutterTap-tap-table-tapping waxing idealistic to the thought ofNo plan and no model and no laws of motionA strange dissonance sounding across the distanceSeparating what has happened and what is happeningAgain and through echoing through the hollowSpaces where movements are said to growCancel the subscriptionAnd return it to senderSeek out an openingCharge toward the light