john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Then - Poem by john o'connell

Then
there were no barriers,
inhibitions or obstacle courses
before the advance was made.

Now
every inch of progress
has to be measured in reams and miles
of pure print and aimless wanderings.

Then
action was!

Now
it is a Calvary gone
numbly insane.

In the void of our ignorance
we see ourselves as objects
floating in the helpless realms
of Einstein's dot,
infinitely robbed of ageing transcience
and comfort in a happy-go-lucky existence.

We live not to die
and lie not to live
but lie to survive.

Then
none of that mattered.

Then
time ignored clocks
and man-made habits,
complimenting
the agnostic-god of system.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010



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