our lives are shoots and ladders?

mob mentalities and superficialities
moving along to societies musicalities
main conductor,  streamlined,
leads us with a certain kind of grandeur
like ants in a farm,
                   birds on a wire.
paper doll silhouettes
on ivory tusk dusk:    daisy chain frames
lace
trace erased.
pen inked blinks, weary
lurking leary
photograph shots: blirred
botched.
memory box, hostage thoughts.
sunset.
            lost.

oh look, a song.