Layers upon layers,
This world I say.
I see a hall of mirrors
like a microcosm of realities.
Each one its own light, its own life.
Each view a personality, each reality a word.
It is a backdrop of rain and
an attunement of a disorderly symphony.
It is an order in the chaos.
A door open to everyone.
For in ruin one can find solace
in the fervor of renewal.