I was sure I saw concern for certainty
closing certainly its stiff jaw.
The opening of all solicitations
have stretched out in our midst,
so the horror horns have stopped,
concern for rethinking comes to an end,
and there's just reordered structure to the world
about where I trek, and what I worship's
absolute for me alone and unobjective
it broke the window, where I run away,
leave Modernity in that campy sense,
I'll keep its gadgets but transcend.