Premonitions

They tell me its a new year That there was some mysterious change or birth Of common time, that this body fragile With the wear of turbid life Slopes closer towards an unknown millennium. Waht did Nostradamus say And all the sage and mystics who are peeled From the fruits like a pear from its skin Leaving the vulnerable flesh to fetch the bite Of worms wriggling that crawl within What did the Holy Christ and his apocalyptic Revelation say Where is the beast and in what palace What town, what place, the Herodless generations Shall tumult to decay? No more Myths, no Los Ninos nor bending space Time is the endless going and coming until our death Earth the same old cycles make. This mind has carried the Babel of collective thought Long enough, it must bloom its own flower To grow its own tree for the sun's simple fire.