TIME-OUT (©2014 John T. Windle/ VaudevilleJohn)

The aeon of our sapients,
established and well-marked,
transcending, fencing the landscape,
no need to build an ark.
Previous Great Leaps Forward
saw vicious vaults into the past.
Intellecticidal, venomous bombasts.

Well that hard rain is really falling now.
Drones have replaced the tanks.
The vulgar veneer feeds its cash cow
and justice-proofs its banks.
Others sit rocking on the sidewalk,
hoping, pondering Schrodingers’ cat.
Spin doctors cloud a yin over that.

Dictatorships dulling progress,
with prison dynasties.
The future is unwritten,
unlike bad history.
What is this new world order?
Where is that new world peace?
Pre-occupied with transient caprice.

Nature reclaims our failures and
vines cover our tracks.
Enlightenment candles are flickering.
Here come supplies of new wicks and wax.
Movements are heaving in the ether,
crowd sourcing solutions;
brain storms from the grassroots, without guns.

It’s gathering momentum.
This rolling stone has moss.
The assiduous, erudite and switched-on
will not tolerate this volume of loss.
Shoulder to shoulder borderless,
brothers and sisters band.
Thoughtsmen, thoughtswomen and thoughtschildren,
this is already your land.

Tiny philanthropic prophets
ignore the noise of the frame.
Changing the rules from the inside,
emancipation from the slave game.
We don’t need permission
To ever cross the line
You will know when you feel it
You will know when you see it
You will know when it is the right time.

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