MASQUERAGE

How might we end?

Light bends and because of our lenses

we think atoms,

matter,

but all is gradually undone;

glaciers down-graded,

icons unconsecrated,

truth unspun,

until we shatter.

It might end badly

as we have begun

to masquerade as jaded

fading but tolerated

in the scalding sun.

But then again

with regeneration and hope

it might end really well

in which case

naysayers

can go to hell.