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Modern Times

Universal truths or Universal Studios?
Can one distinguish any longer now
That the Universe has shrunk to a
Binary system of code,
Arcane enough to keep most believing
In a higher power, that is
	until
Brown-out causes
Questioning 
	albeit fleeting like light, like
fliker of a dying cathode ray
	the modern equivalent of firefly,
A sad beacon warning of troubled seas, yet
We sail forth steadfast in ignorance
	gaining
no truths just
making sure the water stays murky enough
for the ensuing generation of questions.

We never listen.

I love the motion pictures and
We need some Chaplin now.
His modern times guttered out 
Like a heavy candle in a Trappist's window
	too as
Charlot became Godot and yes,
I stay rooted in that century
Where pilgrimage did not lead to Progress
but morass which
	----we should all fear---
congeals like treacle every year
Cloying and suffocating in its sweet enough promise
To tempt the waiting generation yet, to suckle,
Purchase into the myth
Enjoy overpaying for the cheap seats
While the projectionist is
	asleep at the wheel
reel to real to reel...

Adieu my century
	Welcome to the next phase of blind.

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