From The Lab

Hiding From The Watchmen

O', the things that shift behind the fragile stone veils,
Are better to be hidden from the prying eyes
Of watchmen, staring from across the misty bay.
Here, we can dance the dance of the ancients, in tune
With a melody the watchmen will never hear,
Even if their ears could penetrate the blue fog,
They could not understand what they're listening to.
Under the protection of impenetrable
Walls, our faceless forms are free to be what we choose,
On occasion, watching the watchmen from behind
Our safe, concrete ideals. It is during these times
That the massive, sickly bay seems but a few feet,
Hardly wide enough to keep us from each other;
Slowly, we'll transform into statuesque models
Of simplicity, and who wants to be seen then?