If the dramaturgy of daily life permits, Do step forward
Engage in the predictable ballet of societal footfalls.
Every waltz a repetition, designed designerly.
Reelections of our duografical debates sputter,
The harangue of harmonized discontent rings ironical apotheosis.
The tragedy unfolds, and bows before its waiting audience,
Lights fade—yet our masks shine, newly polished,
Await the encore of existential stability,
Weighted, by the gravity wells of ironies.