Heading for the Flavor Core

No more silken circumstances,
my relations are going methodical, getting credentialed

no future contacts dreamed up,
no shadows passing silently through and by one another

the cloudy links of happenstance
and chance will be condensed, wrung to be adventurous

so a science of handshakes can unfold,
with faces under microscope, names clinging to beakers

in the middle, I will sit in the pit
of a crystal maze and drain, my surveillance now prime

directing and curating the world
so my schedule always remains full of future embraces