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.
