Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Logic of Modernity

under the soft clouds of a winter storm 
you carry the armful of folders to the 
spreading anarchy of wind from all quarters

the glowing orb that demands worship
and the passing seconds that 
never return even after a search light

finds every little crack in the logic of night time
dreams find us naked in a conference but
hesitation when we wake up fully clothed

and explain the nature of circumstance
looks form from above modern justice
   reasons that convince nobody

the bitter jostling at the surface
who is to feel the bite of crisis 
      as it closes its jaws?
Who is going to fight the treason
  of the faceless?  

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