Fall apart and settle down
to complexity’s tragic decline.

He’s gone too high now on the ground
Smiling and saying that’s he’s just fine.

Combine.  His doubts with suspended fears
Rising above the city’s circus tent
Tasting sorrow’s vine for all these years
Never warn out and never spent.

Content.  In sacrifice, his eyes are closed.
Tear apart the stitching to reform.
To see the wrong right has proposed.
The elusive  norm.

Yet they Conform.  They try and hide -
Burying their science down inside.