what kind of fool
is suspiciuos of joy
that they would seek
to be comforted
from its horrors
to be reassured
that it is not real
and the world is still black
beneath its bright blue shell?

and what kind of nightmare
would wrap their arms around
and whisper calming lies
to sooth them into complacency?

it seems exhausting
and doomed to failure
a pathetic dance of idiots.