Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong

[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many voices
loudly rail and rant]

the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that brings
us closer to the edge
of a generation that
lives on the horizon

itself

peering further on

yonder

to challenges invisible
to our yet untrained minds

so a new era begins
pioneering unexplored
vastnesses and
before unrecognised
darknesses

while on the remotest reaches
bright lights we yet have
to define and harness

they beckon
to our whetted appetite
for tomorrows.

[Into itself, beyond vast darkness,
a remote beacon
shall illumine our destiny.]





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