Thursday, 25 October 2018

beacons

beacons

we are (are we not?) living in strange times.
we know these days are strange
because the internet shows us
the old days, the future days, and
all our today’s across the world,
that differ in strange ways;
and the ways that these ways 
overlap or intrude is strange,
in a way (are they not?).
strange to be saying this on
the internet of ways, to 
readers who read in so many ways,
in so many places, where they 
are lucky / unlucky - depending 
on the way in which you, in your
way see it.
anxiety spreads so fast
along the feedback loop of 
tweets and retweets, that 
despair might drown all hope
on this Möbius curve.
except the beacons that blaze
in the annealing winds. So
let the poetry of hope burn bright,
may the ash of despair feed
the fields of Elysium,
so that the shoots of hope grow, 
and the entwined butterflies 
extricate themselves from the web,
to burn up in the sun.




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