August 10, 2016/October 16, 2016

The sad simulacrum of civilization
crowning glory of the material age
no more mysticism of gods and spirits
age of health and wealth and solid flesh
of perfect knowledge and precise technique

The young are starved for wonder
while elders yearn for youth
the planet swathed in faceless clouds
corporate machines devouring and spewing
leveling all that has been

Anonymous pawns enrolled
their vision free of memory
their fantasy without death
imbued with a happy analgesic

Yet sects and tribes both rich and poor
refuse the happy land
yearning for something more
their hope reborn each spring
when the goddess returns to the land
and will do evermore

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