Why thru sprinkles? stepping over water balloons floating 
In a once swimming pool.. spurts of views down  
Hallways, stairs set apart and fronted  
With music waking in dimming brightness  
With no memory how you got there. That you? 
Didn’t they tell you  
slim tones and soft muscularity prove   
our brains are stolen. Later   
 

we wander off the promontory back home muttering “TV,   
TV,” a mildly eccentric suburbia     
 

waiting for payday in awe-inspiring taxation.   
Hazards all sides.  
There you are.