Infectious Beauty

The pen reads a page like zen needs a stage.
Flippin country flipping through pages.
Trying to get fellow men out of cages.
This rearranges view into an outrageous hue.
Dim the light so I can see the night.
See the souls take flight.
Like a human kite.
Military solutions are changed.
Arbitrary contributions stay the same.
As before, when we tried to break the glass door.
Symphonies cry out, harmonies die out.
For a listening ear a cinesphere to take notice.
Of these precocious happenings.
This is just dampening all we know.
So the rumors just grow.
We don't know why,
People will pry.
Nothing more interesting to do.
Nonetheless to spite you it will continue.