Promises made in a background voice
never intending to fulfill.
Searching for something to search for,
but still reluctant to knock on new doors.
Offering credentials that misrepresent
as noble scoundrel, counterfeit hero
who thunder will not deafen. water will not wet,
even in this fifth season tempest.
Reality only marginally real, existence non algebraic
where D rarely equals L x W.
Electricity can be felt but not touched,
here misrepresented by illogical powerlines
crossing roads at too acute an angle
triggering cross firing synapses.
This is confusion.