the world

whirligigging

in nauseating circumvolution

immolates upon impact

with sun’s burning luminosity

there is gnashing of teeth

upon swords unsheathed

buried to the hilt

in the exenterated entrails

of forsaken veracity

under the indigo glow

of moonbeams’ gleam

hope fogs the glasses

of those not yet

utterly disillusioned

refracts

through the cracked lenses

of potent possibilities

spills drops of rainbowed

promise

rebounding from shattering