Conclusions We Came To As We Watched The City Burn

In the depth and dark of day
When nighttime fades away
And sun stalks the creatures
And features of men,
A riddle like a cracking glass
Parting paths of the actual
Or the undefined
Leaves the gaping mind
Reeling.
The hope is left behind
And replaced with a sense
That all will come and go
And time will show and tell
This apparent hell
That exists is our home.
We are not alone.
Look closer at the cracking glass
And it’s fracture detail
To our application
No avail.
Our sense and sound
Our sight abound
With magic made like flowers
In the earliest hours of the day.
We are brought to our feet
In satisfaction
That we are each other’s
Distraction.
We are each other’s friends
And there is no end.
Forever.