Dressing Up

Offering up a voice
Two, three, four
And running out of breath
In the frozen atmosphere

Continuing down the helix
The art of a decade

Poised at the edge of a short stair
A stair leading to fried foods
Dumplings perhaps
And a wealth of discounted garments

Here we stood
In the umbra of the monolith
You can't miss

Unveiling, layer by swath
The initial interior
Unbeknownst to teeming hoardes
Of fallacy and "bundle up"
Where by webpage and ether
Love is almost certain to bloom
And when judgment sings
By silence and anonymity

A striped sweatshirt
A bare chest
The lure by which to reel
The beginning
Toward the end