FAINT.. VERY FAINT

Through the violence absurdity and confusion
of its engendering.. cracks of a new dawn breaking
not in blazing glory, but like the tiny tap..tap..
toapping of a newborn chick making the first cracks
in the shell of happening.

Odd easily despised obeisances to old idols
of forgotten nature.. fantasies of air: pagan twilights
of suns set seemingly for ever long ago
into the darkest night of nonbeing in mysteries unknowable...
are stirring again in the recesses of the Soul.

To bring some yet more catastrophic madness?
Or to reveal more good.. more bad.. more light
to see the worst better by.. and bye?