When you move towards or away,
                                    you shatter windows and minds;
              overt expression belies understated intent.

    When you move up or down, 
                       reality plunges acrossward and throughways;
        confronting other directions seems a backwards notion.

    When culture deteriorates 
                         into a study in unaesthetic kinesthetics,
             I watch you make the only right motions left.

This is the price we pay for a little spare change in space over time.