Enormous Precipice

Ah, the statecraft of 
present times, was becoming 
agender. 
The strength of institution 
would lie in old oil paintings. 

You become stupid 
and start living in dark rooms 
to understand the sun. 

Half-beliefs were― 
cooked straight from the 
sermons of striped coats. 

The delusion was 
simple. There was camphora 
to revive the fainting glory.