Mystery can feel like protection. / It is able to crop up anywhere / As beauty (and tragedy) are liable to do.

Wars and rumors of war / On Cheerios boxes and / Izzy pop locks is / Coated with remnants / Of Little Horn trumpets / Perilously sounding in the dark.

Sevens upon sevens / Threes upon threes / Tipped cups and emptied bowls / Drip dripping / Cascading cataclysms too many / For one tilting planet / Edging ‘round the sun.