Tomorrow, things will proceed vibrantly
and according to more reliable principles
than those which have so far
pinched the skin of the age.
At long last, a new page
in the development of the human psyche,
but what’s that it’s hiding up its sleeve?
Something sinister and pulverizing?
The latest phase of our desensitizing ritual
has given all of us a new nothing to sneeze at.
We live merely vicariously,
and that, half-assedly.
Within the alcoves of spring,
dispiriting whispers have begun to gather…