Marginalia

When one finds oneself acquiescing to the paradigm, there is this. It's abstract. Marginalia is where the answer lies. Somebody should say something about how unusual this is all becoming. I'm writing poetry, in case there is any doubt as to sanity. Let's keep that in mind. The more you examine the fabric, the more it falls apart. This is a fashion metaphor. Let's keep it as frivolous as possible. I mean this in the most peculiar way. This is a sort of combat nobody knows?  Can I hear an Amen?