There is a wonder in this fury,
And a fury in this wonder . . .
the feared and the fearful
acting as they wallow.
And still the watchers rage
to sorrow or to gain,
to one or to another,
to facts or tales
or white truths the same.
There is a strangeness in this timing,
And a timing in this strangeness,
the partly and the partied
acting as they follow.
And still the watchers rage
to sorrow or to gain,
to one or to another,
to facts or tales
or white truths the same.
There is a tearing in this country,
And a country in this tearing,
the fools and the folly,
acting as they swallow.
And still the watchers rage
to sorrow or to gain,
to one or to another,
to facts or tales
or white truths the same.
There is a question in our minds,
And to our minds a question,
the actors and the acting
afraid in the hollow.
