Then - Poem by john o'connell
there were no barriers,
inhibitions or obstacle courses
before the advance was made.
every inch of progress
has to be measured in reams and miles
of pure print and aimless wanderings.
it is a Calvary gone
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.
none of that mattered.
time ignored clocks
and man-made habits,
the agnostic-god of system.
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