graduated sheeting

by kholinar

He doesn’t see faces
soulless things, shallow reflections
or he’d see the confusion
in Constance’s sad gaze

A driver at the pineal wheel
with a flock o’ automata
the dualist paused and drew lots
more than Ivory could handle

Dame Understanding uninviting
closed her shades and dimmed the lighting
with not an offer, no, not a hint
at coming up for coffee

Young Miss has, by far, better news
If confident, you soon diffuse
the scoffers in their very haunts
Your lawyers stand in wait

and now the class gets more exciting
with xerox [slash] automatic writing
shooting craps you make your name
Magna cum laude Sir Trompe Le Monde