Come down heart!  the politics of fate

Making the headlines in the local Daily

But rational development of mess that lately

We have gotten ourselves into mate


Indeed what else could we expect

In times of utter disregard for unessential

Chaos presents, turns out, greater potential

For plot-ordained to proceed unchecked


Oncoming night of course is not eternal

Although it’s rather easy to judge wrong

For it will flow comfortless and long

And of its progress we must keep a journal


So in a thousand years idling Jill or Gus

Leafing through digital Anthology of Ancients

Could utter ‘not knowing how to cross dimensions,

Regardless they did love and suffer just like us’