The Fooling Interlude

In black hot hue Let the volcano spew Everything changes Every aggression is spent Every narcissist disappears in himself Mayhem in the bookshelf Nothing is immutable Neither space nor time Nor sun nor moon Let alone the focus on Sovereignty and singularity A monolithic spree However omnipotence It may exude The presidency itself Is an interlude Within a boundary Of brittle ego With tenuous commitment To democracy Some say angel Many others say wretch Time smiles Makes a sketch of the Statue of Liberty Dwarfing the height Broadening the expanse In an egocentric trance This time is crazy Making the rainbow hazy However formidable It may sound and look Bereft of imagination and color In future Even the demurely looking women Will eventually wonder aloud And their support they would disavow Until the sovereignty blossoms from the nucleus Of lovely apples Born of the flowers of the rainbow nation November 1, 2017 For the Contest: Eight Word Challenge - 5 Sponsored by John Hamilton