A gridlock of spirit, 

A paralysis of choice, 

Unable to detect

The unrivalled and unalloyed;

Whelmed and unhelmed, 

The captainless soul

Yields to the stranglehold

Of an insidious lattice

Of mimicry, its antics

So remarkably practised

As to wield

Their carbon copies

And echoes with

Such flair that

Any expressions of 

The bona fide and rare

Must stay shrouded till

Eyes of crystalline sight

Might alight upon them...