It’s for all the world as if we took a sharpened hoe to a milk snake, mistaking it for its venomous near- twin and, undoing what ordinary miracles made it whole, left it disassembled, bleeding, in pieces. For all the world. How have we so broken, forked a path in no direction other than towards chaos, tohu wa bohu, pelting pell-mell into the darkest places we can find? No. Not all darkness. Today I saw something glittering on the basement floor: a rhinestone or a diamond, catching what light it could, unfolding it, tossing it back to dry my tears. That flickering transparent spectra, no bigger than a cigarette ash, staining the dim concrete with joy.