Noah’s Bark
Cut off from the truth
of our existence
like a city
is cut off from the woods.
Cascading towards
a juncture full of floods.
Led astray
by the bright lights
and kept deviating
by the constant commotion.
No time to sense the sound
of that so vast approaching ocean.
The closer we huddle together,
the farther away from each other
we become.
Like the bonds that make us human
have gone numb.
Holograms
of luscious lands
that we no longer understand
serve to pour fuel on the fire
of our incomprehension.
That our fires may expire
with the waters ascension.
Curiosity hasn’t killed the cat,
but our ignorance might.
If we could only choose to see it,
there is wisdom which hides
in the darker skies of night.
Blinded by choices.
The ‘open’ market rejoices.
As genuine freedom of choice
continues to melt away
into a toxic sea of plastic,
the ark remains unfinished
because the materials are too expensive.
As the rising tide slowly strides up
to mount its offensive.
The project has been secretly cancelled
and the remaining funds will be used
for branding and advertising.
Our intentions may be good,
but our masters have lied.
At least this way,
we can all believe
that we tried.
