if this was an array of arrays
stacked between the multitude
of our occasional salient plays
then allow me to muse about
you the accuser the grand arbiter
steering dialogues, stocking books
bending towards the mustard flock
the unlucky stock of caved in men
singing ethos in musty dens
because
i am a mere pretender
a chameleon of the highest order
i know nothing but the fringes of your soul
perkaraperkara 