When you got up your voice was 
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling 
Flat into dust in 4 dimensional motes. 

I don’t know how motes, much less how 4 dimensions rush 

And flounder into corporate’s mountains. I only hear 

Stupendous vibrating = Sturm und Drang, 
Atomic dust controls anger /
Now a low wage bet how severely narrowed minds are wed.