A sure sign
that comeuppance is nigh –
fragments of a glass sky
strewn decisively in grass,
stray balls of lightning
readying to descend
upon the unsuspecting town
disfigured by sleep.
It runs deeper than one can imagine.
How readily all this happens,
how assured the elements are
in their disregard.
Days pass, and it’s harder
and harder to cope with.
Sometimes, it’s better
just to keep your head down
and collapse
into a thousand-yard stare.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 