An aperture that neither Offers me a shelter or retreat And failing that, acknowledge What at best just dulls the atrophy Not for long In so far as my failure to word a stasis, or foray in Such a way that my view serves Zoetropes of advantage All in all If you'd rather Let it all just go to waste Parochial A savant Fearing he won't Let go Pairing my own Myopic concerns With an escape