Buried amidst the brambles

Of a perennial preamble,

 

But as the deficit in drama

Begins to creep in, 

 

You attempt to emerge

From the ether of the era,

 

And bestill the heart 

As you stare at

 

The crevasse of eternity,

Standing there mirthless;

 

A gleaming specimen

Of modernity:

 

Detached.