We wander ignorant
through the Age of Regret,
stroll across zebra crossings
and forests of constraints,
towards bleak horizons
of dusk or dawn — unknown,
the debasement of life —
a festival of light and dance
with fuses blown and riot acts —
plain to the eyeless creed.
We ought to seek enlightenment
in an Age of Reset,
gallop over morning misty meadows
and bracken bound lagoons
until the dusk has set.
Let this world be — lie fallow
until again one day far away
the troglodytes emerge
triumphant.
We wander ignorant
in clouds of punishment phobia
fearing the winds of enlightenment
in the advancing Age of Reset.
Let this world be — let it lie
fallow and silent, until we emerge
deserving a second chance
in another Age of Reset.