The world roots deep inside
Where the eye and ear
Manufactures bricks
Supplying basic industries
Of secret architects
With agendas proprietary.
I wander through their streets
Alien to my conceptions
And shop the windows
Full of odd goods.
My spare budget must ensure
Expenditures cogent to life.
The offered gadgets
Have no guarantees
And doubtful capabilities.
Sometimes they work,
Sometimes not.
In general my clumsy skills
Must fit my hand to tool
And tool into the world
That the world outside
Can approximate
The one within.