Ave Aria Opera: lessons in love lie before you
A superiority over the human race: To disgrace.

Lines, genealogies and a police trace,
The mystery of life has no solution.
Inwards there is a legacy of debenture upon cost voices
Where there is no future beyond employment for the staged.

Practices and hopes, problematically serialised
Quantifying the calm joys of music like equal
And unequal sales of heads
Masques and head-wear and clothing

Around the sounds
Who doesn’t belong where they are?

Costume is attire
The history is unacquired.
The references at interval are for exploration.
Deviant creams on the T.V. for the classes to wrong their class.

Program is explanation
Program 2 Programming explains how you are,
So the night’s fair is reductable to ticket
And best breasts and dark suits are for shallow affair.

Conductor’s were the snobs that people portray
Then how would the lineage of supposed waltz have stayed
Through exchanges of tuition and tense educational isolation
To reflect the parents that bold.
They told of assurance that wielders chip away at
Aggressors to monied might against social flight
Narrowing the values of dreams.

Enlarged sensibilities phrase the voices
That make you vent frustrated choices.
To demand of stage operatics
National debates and inferior politics.

AI Summary

Your poem opens with Ave Aria Opera, lessons in love lying before you, a superiority over the human race that becomes disgrace; lines, genealogies, and police traces suggest that the mystery of life has no solution, only a legacy of debenture and cost‑voices where the future is limited to employment for the staged. Practices and hopes become serialised, quantifying the calm joys of music like equal and unequal sales of heads, masques, head‑wear, clothing — all circling the question who doesn’t belong where they are. Costume is attire, but history is unacquired; references at interval are for exploration, while deviant creams on TV teach the classes how to wrong their own class.

Program becomes explanation, and programming explains how you are, reducing the night’s fair to a ticket, best breasts and dark suits to shallow affair; conductors become snobs, yet the lineage of waltz survives through tuition, tension, and educational isolation, reflecting parents who wield assurance while aggressors chip away at monied might against social flight, narrowing the values of dreams. Enlarged sensibilities phrase the voices that make you vent frustrated choices, demanding of stage operatics national debates and inferior politics — a final gesture toward the way art becomes a battleground for identity, class, and the longing to be seen without being reduced.