In Madness' Hour

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/@picsbyjameslee?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">James Lee</a>&#160;on&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>Perhaps we are, as mortals, made of glassso certain in the shattering to comefor miseries will linger &#8216;ere they pass,catastrophe compounding as the sumof every rotten chicken comes to roost.A life of maledictions comes to lightand even better devils are seducedto drop their scruples, pile on the fightand go all in: it&#8217;s Armageddon, bitch.It&#8217;s raining buckets: sulfur, salt, and sand;where Devastation reigns without a hitchand we are left to wander blind and madexcept for love: a silver filigreethat binds us all and ever sets us free. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>