a field of vibrant daisies
                               has faded after all of these years
                                to the dry dust of hopeless dreams,
                                driven away by a soulless wind . . .
                            but wisdom pronounces
                              that the death of perilous tidings,
                               fraught with the sorrow of uncaring
                            is the fertile garden for a new reality . . .
                           a renaissance from the careless ashes
                             strewn by ignorant wrecks
                               as a temporary delight--
                             empirical proof of timeless passages
                               through a  wasteland built
                                for the comfort of fools--
                                  a ghetto of their choosing . . .