Descending darkly, the precipitous cow,
ongoing, fighting bleak wartime
powder kegs of rational doom.

Sifting bliss mongers among the
transcendental street-side
prayer sellers is a dirty business that,
even in the best of times, leads to late
night disappearances or worse.

Grant that we may glide slip-shod
into the neverending reversal of light
and dark--the gleaming fancy of all
that's left.