Hateful things sometimes befall the hateful but the hateful are not rendered lovable thereby. - Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

Small Mabel whimpered all night long,
For calling herself the cause.
Her oak-eyed mother did no thing
But change the bloody gauze.

Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light;
Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist;
Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades?
Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.