often there is an echo
to what happens now
foreshadows cast a long darkness
the pause palls gives one a hint
the mercury in the bulb
goes higher when
and we ignore defy look away
no  the instruments
can't be trusted  
this time
as our plane circles a spiral we feel
the same as level minds
and crash headlong
the river rushes by
feet get wet
the trees on the shore bent downstream
a precedent
but we go on in definite
ignorance a human thing
that evolutionary flaw  of
near-sightedness a myopic
kaleidoscopic happy thing turned back to make us
colored like fools
in "fake news"