beyond the upper bound

 there is no hope beyond the upper bound

of normal understanding where all mirth

fades into nonsense decent folk of worth

demand some movement onto higher ground

and are not angered at the empty sound

of foolish entities announcing birth

into a world of vacancy and dearth

of absence both astounding and profound

so when we choose against the very grain

of normal love and standardizing time

there is a point when each must hold the line

reject all silly choices and the stain

that comes when every turn must lead to crime

instead look up and note the noble sign