Midnight In the Age of Unreason
Midnight in the Age of Unreason
At midnight in the age of unreason
if you’re still as a bird on a wire
you can feel it
all the souls hating
seething in the black stillness
vibrating with bad mouthed phrases
shaking the earth with their malevolence
digging deep to damn
rattling the bars of your cage with their forgetting
tearing at your agony
because they’re born to hate
and push you to the edge of reason.
There is a word for these people
bleak as the shadows from a full mooned sky,
dark as condemnation.
It challenges the collective conscious that causes cerebral discord.
It makes beautiful the din and dung of tongues.
It weaves lyrics that strike patterns on paper.
It breeds hope in the human heart of humanity
never giving up on a cosmic shift
where reason controls unreason.
8/27/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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