• The setting, a room with a million desks
    My tone is unstable and likely to change
    My view of the point be as straight as a razor
    But themes and motifs I find ackward and strange
    The plot of this tale is apparent to no one
    It wriggles and twists round the set like a vine
    It grins and it fades and it walks round behind you
    Then raps on your shoulder and runs far and wide
    The characters take from your own magination
    What faces you give them no consequence lend
    Except to make personal stories from elsewhere
    To grasp the ambiguous making it bend
    And now my dear reader the tale is beginning
    So pay close attention and don't l ook away
    You might find the answer in things that I mention
    You may find your peace in the words that I say.