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Modern Times
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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