Though some concern needs to be given, of this reason I have no doubt. To play at emotions lyre is to risk subtle subterfuge when faced with sheer denial. At once what are we to suspect? Once the people that be change hands, what are we to think? If one cannot trust the other, who are we to blame? Once the scream is heard, once the gaping maw is opened, there can be no release; the fact of All is, that we are here to stay. From poetrys strings do we now play, since emotions lyre did big us subtle recourse. To gaze upon where master thread, to hear their silent hymns of words and great bane to our existence. Still we proceed, onward to our ever reaching goal, the simple subtle jest, of a play on words.