Lovelier than Neutral History

Regret is in season;
guilt with interest.
One is beset by decimal shame
from zero today.

Natural history?
Fit to survive? 
Alive is temporarily
bluer than read.

Shuffle your pages 
and see the beginning:
an intro begs epilogue
thinning and spinning.

Yesterday horrors 
may blink in the rain.
Kaleidoscope mirrors
will transmogrify pain.

Your winters must spring
while shame will go bankrupt.
Numbers in books sing
fractal origins of species.