No Ones Like That Kind of Exposure

translucent ones
chop down trees
to make paper
to make maps
to remember the charted way
only to disregard  
and re-route to go every other direction
 
when the dogs come out
howling at la luna
you will find  
translucent ones whispering
to ideas of the ideal
 
translucent ones bleed harmony
vomit anxious desire  
but,
cower behind wires and pixels  
at the site of risk
the risk of friendly business  
gets you dancing in your skives  
 no ones like that kind of exposure