Confusion is the order of the day
At a glance, that is, anywhere on earth:
Yet all things move forward in perfect step;
So much so, the sequence is simplified
To the time of day or night, guaranteed
Movement come what may; political control,
Reign of law and order, usurp the rule
Of providence that exerts its own phase
As an over and undercurrent most
Evident in times of crisis, when all
Is yet lifted, infrastructure destroyed
By war or weather, or politics such
As we in Britain have endured in Brexit:
The impasse unravels itself, and what
The future holds as confusion, upheld
As ever who feel who know the one power.
