the front

the front
The front

How did this happen?
What has flopped
after the flip
What have you dropped
To sink to my level
I was far far behind
heels dug in deep
into stuff of know kind.
Not quite accepting
Thesis's and guesses
My own wit being sharp
and causing it's own stresses
Caught by a idea
That almost all others laughed at
dismissed me, before any data
Thrust away and out of all that
now, being now, though
Stlll, and evidently there
The littlest of parts
combine and build and share
nothing being quite sticky
naught to see, naught to hear
working as though magic
to keep the path clear
turns out, the fringe, is simply
where the ends flail
and reality can be woven
Into a knewing sort of trail.