Is The End Becoming Nigh Or Not? Poem by Mary Champion

Is this the dawn I see before me?
Or just a mirage rising from
the desperation of our position
as we despoil our earthly home.

Is this the future we were promised?
Or wishful thinking from the damned?
Is this sensation just superstition?
Maybe my question is poorly framed.

And those bright towers looming closer,
is that Camelot I behold?
Is this perception a revelation
or did I dream the voice that called?

Is this the time when lonely seekers
will sense their kindred spirits near?
Has our ambition to find salvation
brought us close to the sacred shore.

We must wait on the spell of time to
reveal the truth of this world's end.
Is the solution to our condition
far in the distance or here at hand?