STOP. Everything that was true
a while ago is no longer so. What once
was breathable air suddenly went
liquid and is now translucent glass.
Loose sand / running lava / hard,
amorphous glass. Who knows how it
came to pass? Everything’s a matter
of perspective, broken reality between
the living and the dead, between
true and false, between beauty
and ugliness. What shall be? Who
knows – it doesn’t have to be, here
and now, and yet may have a value.