The way the crackpot crumbles (or How the Empire Finally Convinced me Otherwise)

I once again hold onto the comfort

That comes from the knowledge

That the fate of the World,

No matter what I do one way or another,

Or possibly not at all,

Hangs from the proverbial

Acorns

Of a madman

Last night I rested easy

In the knowledge that

Either way, I fear the victor

There is a certain comfort, I suppose

In the very act of knowing

That it is all

Downhill

Either way the coin lands

No Difference

Continuity, Stability

The laughing hand of God

As if

As If

as if

as if

as if

No one really wanted

To look and listen

Ear to the tracks

Buffalo

Freight train

Or other wise