An Age Of Solipsism - Poem by Michael Walker
This is the solstice of solipsism,
Yet soulless solace still will not suffice.
Averted eyes seem a cataclysm
To those who want their neighbors to be nice.
The daedal earth accompanies us still,
Concretizing intact all that is abstract,
Bestowing more than she could e'er redact,
While we - swollen, sullen - have not our fill.
Cast away the raiment of the day!
Feel the fickle flicker of the night!
The stars will bid the moon to stay and sway
To shed her light, so sure, and pure, and white!
For in the turning of the sea and stars,
We see futility in all our wars.
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