Society could be remade through means that are ephemeral AKA Day Fifteen

We always look for hard
Edges and concrete acts as if
Human interactions were
Like our buildings, constructed with
Stone and steel, but overlayed with
Glass to give the illusion of
Transparency. Just as we ignore
Alternatives, calling all that
Came before or elsewhere
"Primitive" or "rustic" or
"Unrealistic for present needs"
We fail to see our flaws and
Assume we will exist forever. We
Think our hearts can stand up to
Hurricanes even as the seas pour
Over our walls. So confident in our
Structures are we despite all evidence of
Breakdown and despair. Our souls cry out
For something old or new or borrowed while
Our brains deny anything is wrong or blue