Lost In The Modern Wilderness Poem by DM W

We are lost in the miasmal darkness
With inadequate tools to help us find
Our way to the unbroken kingdom.
We're guided by a garish profusion
Of fleeting, neon lit symbols and signs.
We are lost in the labyrinth of words.
For we are incapable of naming
The essence of blood or fire or star.
We are far from hearing wise voices
Or deciphering the fabled burning bush
That illuminated the wilderness.
Instead we follow arrows on treadmills
And resign ourselves to fragments of bone;
To obscure purposes that cannot
Be placated by the pale light of reason.
We pretend that we have made progress with
Our secular, elaborate designs.
We cling to opiates of all kinds and
Lexicons that cannot comprehensively
Describe the sheer fullness of Being.
Yet there's a reassuring, spectral wind.
From Time's distant, long forgotten shores; that
Still sirs intermittently through the cracks
In the frail and all too human structures.