Very complex, darling
Very varied, love
And very steep
Now who's to say
There's not another other way!
And who's to say we haven't found that way today?
Oh, we find them, ways
Fix & lose them for days
And nights without end
How now you think that's just a trend?
Now or later? Same? Sticky matter.
Our human (L)earnings as a paint spatter.
Matters matter though,
The heart persists.
Spatters matter too, as do resists.
A kitchen clatter mode is not a grift.