An arrival, we see Controversial, with hints of chicanery The tactician deceives whomever they please This image reaches far beyond the optical limits And paints this story's next scene Here, we have potpourri; its aroma saturates the tent A ventriloquist works to intrigue and enthrall The children sit idle The adults scratch and squirm The dummy's mouth flaps Entertaining them all Its plastic teeth speak superficial words of jest Speckles of insight hidden beneath Next, we have intimacy At least, the kind that we dream Precisely the kind that he dreams Oh, that's her We fail to understand our own thoughts And yet, we find The perfect discovery The perfect illusion And so, the cycle begins