Ribbon

Ribbon silk

On the upper stilts

Held up

While I am looking down

In the heights of love

But down from the

Wedding gown

Beyond the Nose

Beyond the nose

Of the dogs of democracy

Voluntary crazy

We have come to be

No sight

Or sound

Could bring us back together

Now

Where the differences divide

Has dug in quite far

Full of liquid melted tar

Beyond the nose

Will be more problems

Where our senses

Can’t go