Off the beaten path – is that part of the trail That was blazed after the door to the future Was unlocked with the key of somethingness As an imaginative entrée, hmmmmmmm?
How dangerous it now must be to walk Beneath that stress-fractured ceiling of glass Paving the way that was blazed and unlocked With the key to the future where dreams live
The oppressed voiceless up in champagne class In resistance to the something-archy