Progressivism collapses to naivete
Naive ideas conflate with the sacred
Everyone’s sacred idea is now a brand
Gaia is the opium of the chuntering classes
Fascism is a garb of endless disguises
Collapse is a story sad moralists tell
Ecology is a buzzword, flying high
Tradition is the colour of the dreaming sun
Nature is not nature — never was
Nature is what we face each morning
Nature was good when nuts were gathered
Nature is deadly when the sun dreams
Progress is an idea and always for sale
Ecology has eugenics buried in the soil
Gaia Gaia Gaia is the dreaming dream
Fearful joy and shining eyes turn to spirit
Spirit is the essence of the sun
The sun’s story is emblazoned on every flag
Ecology has a myth, is a mythology
Tradition is the beauty of song — is sung
Nature nature nature is the dreaming shrew
Dream’s story is the hedgerow
Dream’s story is the tradition of enclosure
Dream’s story has history at its heart
Trade is the token of the living soul
Soul is sold, then dies between
Dying is an expensive game
Gold in his palm is the price to pay
Silver in his soul is the green heart
Green heart is the tree’s investment
Even millennia carry a hint of transience
Universe Universe Universe, endless one!
One is the fantasy of the soul
Two is the marriage of the heart
Three is the trinity of tradition
Four and more: the universe expands
Embryo embryo embryo is animal
Animal is you, animal is me
Animal animal animal is thought
Trinity is the rhythm of these lines
Ritual is the trinity of dreaming
Dreaming is the ritual of traded remnants
Blood is the stream that flows
The flow is stemmed till the river dies
The sea is life is life is life is life
Four elements to wrangle with
Four elements wrought in alchemy
Now transformed in chemistry
