Corset

Attempting gain pass of oneself in a tight curve
By cutting off loose ended strings to the likeness with opinions scattered
Of someone else’s Ulysses with a journey of eyes, daughters and muses
Sights be known poorly doctored weaving through eyelets,
Yesterday our backgrounds over laps discovery channeling
With the land of Burger King
A newer vision lies with fiefdom of servants
And of young ladies struggling to bend in honor at the waist
In hourglass time of corsets tied tightly by parents
The weaving each side starts early ,a temporary stitch

A course set for ritual then later tradition