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.
Copyright © R. H. White | Year Posted 2019
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