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In Recent Decades...

In Recent Decades...

In recent decades,
they have polluted pure pools
of silence. Bruised blues
and blacks, badly disfigured,
bleed into soft whites,
on a regular basis.
Often the cracks are
revealed in the airbrushing.
No matter how hard
they try to turn dissonance
into rhyme, the masks
keep on slipping. Beauty has
fled. like the angels,
a long time ago it seems.
The ether is so
dense with sordid distractions:
zero consciousness;
Instant communication;
no communion.
Video archives abound
with advertising.
Pointlessness hasn't ever
had it quite so good.
According to Chevrolet,
life always changes.
'Find new ease & find new roads.'
So many roads to
nowhere in particular.
Digital nomads
are forever searching for
a home. O is there
nothing that satisfies us
any more?! O I
can sense bleak suburban scenes,
where apathy breeds.
Clouds drift by like dark spectres.
Shadows solidify
into stark realities.
Existence is now
infotainment. Across the
crinkled airwaves,sounds
of disembodied voices:
'O hello there this,
is a recording.' Will this
spurious progress
replace the all too human?
In the glazed eyes of
many, God is dead. Wise ones
know Nature abhors
a vacuum. I can now glimpse
pitiful idols
On the pale blue horizon.

 

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