Quietly... a new future races past my attention. As thin as, a liberals funding chased by an old and toothless past.
Slipping changes by... in bite sized pieces now so regularly that some pass ... barely tasted.... almost inhaled.
Tides of modern history are beating rhythmically on ugly worn out barriers affecting all, both near and far As bright and untouchable as the new moon.
The looming certainty of... what now seems inevitable. Lingers... not quite accepting it's progression and now is both... dragging it's feet... and clumsily rushing over what's left of ancient weights... that lay so heavy... so long....'
Equality and Justice are hummed to and called forth... to not simply usher in a few changes... but navigate the floodgates of what our world now dare to dream of... The last of the Boomer's are having their say and the idealistic. psychedelic, poets and builders dream through a "stoney" mist and contemplate next season's crops and the affect they may have on moral turpitude. Finally.