A Look Around, or, A Listening To Sound

The world is a blurry, a mess of a haze.

The path’s a kaleidoscope, a techno coat maze.

The Earth is a heartbeat, a rattling drum, 

He soaks up the pleasures, keeps warm off of rum.

The sky is a Milky Way, there are Bees at the end.

They’ll love you and sting you before you begin.

There’s sulfur and filters if you dig deep enough,

But enough’s never enough when enough is enough.