Voices in funnels, a trickle down of their futurity, 
Dropping your sights — now rising  
— the fastest way to earn points. & yet  
We’re surrounded —  
I write poems for children, your progeny  
Forward a debit resonance disproving their successors —   
 
We’re effects their voices bell without words.   
 
Make a difference,  
 
Steal the steep treasure,  
Baby Wateau vanishes 
& the cake sale fails — vanished out of memory & sight as I am now.