perplexity, 
on what to do,
ebb to me, flow to you,
a mystery, exchange a new,
the back and forth,
the widgets too,
the contacts nil,
the empty who,
as the crash and roar,
upon across horizon,
so subsides and in lets me,
and others less so fortunate,
as one so looks around,
surveys the aftermath,
assessing what has come,
this in elite collective path,
one can gaze, as many truly do, through the haze, through the stew,
hunker down, at last, poke around, contrast,
to known ways of own says…. so…. so…. anon —
