What Humans Do

The night sky echoes past ages of light.
In a history of colour, it's an inspiring sight
All of it ancient by our short spans,
An eternity we can frame with our hands

Its vision splendid tasks our minds,
Helps us free our earthly binds
Illusions all by times journey enhanced,
Yet to its rhythm we have danced

From long ago to now the message past,
Recorded in the stones and skies to last
A warning about a dawning whose equinox procession,
Comes with inevitable precision

It’s retold down verbal generations,
Thus voids the predator’s deceptions
Till again we stand in awe of the impending immensity,
Of the foretold shift in density

Few though have heard their hearts call,
For them the coming is a fall
The predator stirs as so many fail the test,
it’s happy and awaits the rich harvest

Some will have read the sign,
A wave approaches it seems benign
Yet as it passes it takes its toll of belief,
As many set to recreate their current grief

While we pass this way on our journeys path,
We stop and look and start to laugh
For we are co-creators of our insanity,
We made our shared reality

Soon to be returned to the year one,
Some of us work to avoid the fun
Those awake in this depravity
Can see through the sad fantasy

And though I’m beside myself,
I take the time to share the wealth
So that others may come through,
Cause that’s what humans do

Mud 1998

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