I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace's demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end