On the horizon of the new world

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the horizon of the new world

We stood, like idiots

For what seemed like centuries

Somehow the brave mystics

 

Couldn’t get the century right

When the supposed change

Would occur, we were born

Like babies so full of light

 

And in the surprise of the superhuman

We were invariably disappointed

With the baser elements

Of our human nature

 

The wretched state like Buddhists

Complained, of tea-pot suffering

Though we stretched often

To feel the pacific calm, sea-blooms

 

For the weary work of our little lives

Swimming green, in watery radiance

The antique reflections on Heaven

From China, seemed more real

 

Than the posing of the middle-class

On the horizon of a new world

With her ambrosial latitudes

A prelude of deeply sunken souls

 

Rising from the pale silver of technology

Age of Aquarius, nonchalance divine

Night tilted beyond all dates

Time cajoled to express mortal anomalies

 

A lifetime spent chasing chinese-turquoise

Decoding the tongues of ancient-fruit.

 

Reviews

[Nao Deguchi]

hi Fetus, thank you I would hope that youth from various countries could relate to this.

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

WOW! Superb.....