If there is enough broken glass, bare your feet

A calamity can happen fast.
A calamity can happen slow.
I was always more afraid

of the wrong one
and I still do not know
which that was.

Today, calamity rains calm on the peaceless.
That's the rule of chaos:
enough bedlam establishes order.

That's why the eye 
should fly to green gleam trees breeze
or every fire tire liar denier conspire

as each view reveals
a cosmos pulsing
with hard and soft meaning.