A Post Election Day Poem

      This is a little post-election day poem (more like a "pome," if you know what I mean), inspired in part by the awesome undertaking of the NPAD project at truffin.com. I haven't thought of any better title than the first line, so let's call it "Hope is the spore of Maybe."

Hope is the spore of Maybe
that lands on the fallen and rotting trunk of No,
and instead of dying in its turn,
conducts the corruption to a secret, inner crucible

where, shadowed even from the sunlight of Reason,
through an ineffable alchemy
unrecorded in any text,
Hope transforms that dross to the
perfection of an infinite spoked circle, capped with
a crenelated white dome of Possibility.