The kaleidoscope of commonsense melted.
Twists and burns heaped metaled mirrors
head to toe. We were left holding scrapnel
in sequence fail, seething mess irreversible.
Our plans for lasting change
made us look the miscreants, offering hands
to solutions longer than death penalties.
Reconstruction’s din bled our ears.
Pools of effused water found living algae, shocked
sweet spot protozoa to planet seed.
We mined splashes of lucid light droppings,
and the opulent blanket of All is Well held.