In This New Century Poem by DM W
In This New Century
In this new century,
Softened by simulacra,
Revolutionaries are stripped
Of their wild symbolism.
Poets, prophets & angels
Are cut price souvenirs.
In this new century,
We are imprisoned by
A plethora of images.
Ideal form is as distant
As stars in a debased culture.
'Reality' has slipped from view.
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: modern
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12/5/2025 7:20:10 AM # 1.0.0
ideal form of image is a distant object.