Conspiracy in baritone

You may think that you can co-exist as a muffled hallelujah in a heron’s natural habitat, but it’s all just a conspiracy in baritone.

Mumble your afternoon recitals in esperanto all you want, the watchful triangle of sonic highs will never be your circle of trust.

So until all the dolphins are diamond studded, just raise your tear-filled chalice to this loud misunderstanding and put your nightcap on.