Life sometimes makes a clean sweep. So you’re forced to move on, invent new shapes. It’s kind of an upheaval. Things from the inside turned outward, so everybody’s demons came tumbling out. Anyway that’s kind of what’s on my mind due to local events. Haven’t you realized by now that there’s nowhere to hide, that eventually the truth will be out, people’s true colors will be revealed? Whatever fantasy are you living? That seemed to be the question. God holds up a huge mirror so that forces self-reflection, so either you see your faults or you go on pretending. Only you can’t pretend any longer. So write a poem that’s about change that comes from within.