I marched... I made ready
my place in the crowd
the message was forceful
words so very loud

it takes on illusions
like cold air to ice
first thoughts are airy...
the latter a vice

the purpose was clear
as thought can be
infinite in wisdom
plain for all to see

it's absolutely like this
then turn it a bit
we tap it and bend it,
to make it all fit

then bright as can be
served up in delight
a host of assumptions
we sure are all right