Reflections on the New Age
When what is new is old, and the old becomes that which is new
And each is indistinguishable from one another
Welcoming all, but including few
And the call of the father now resides within the mother
You have entered these times, the age is now
We delve into those ancient dreams with new eyes
Not only to ask why, but also how?
Wisdom shrouded in folly’s guise
For what have we learned if not to tend to our roots?
And though this puzzle takes a distinctly modern form
Must we deny it to appease those bullies and brutes?
For the future is indefinitely a reaction to the past, ever repelling the norm
Light to illuminate the dark, but yet night must come again
Summers warmth gives way to the frigid cold of winter
The forward march must not and cannot refrain
If we could only return to those ages, what would it hinder?
No, we cannot romance a nostalgic illusion
We must remember and conceive a new reign, a discovered verity
To regain that which is lost is to succumb to delusion
But forget, never… there is no forgiveness of antiquity
So sing on, bards of the present, and sculptors of the new archetype
And ring a bell thrice for the ritual, of a timeless tradition
For does truth grow in the hourglass of the ages, or disintegrate after it is ripe?
Is it not the natural mortal urge that makes honesty come to fruition?
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