You can work in phases like the moon.
Or you can be a movement like the sun.
A circle, encircled.
You can whistle along to someone else’s tune.
Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Around, a round.
You can walk and talk ’til you’re lined in chalk.
When nothing at all could be done.
Legion lost; allegiance found.
You can bob, and weave; rinse & repeat.
Only phasers are set to stun.