Lather their bubbles
And the actor-avatars age arrives,
The virtual appeal of fictional spiel
Will at first all-envelop our eyes.
And we tire of the plot
To consume all consumers free thought,
A new seismic youth
will dig deeper truth
And the old schools
Will get what they’re taught.
There’s always a need for change, so progress is made, but those charged with the job of crafting change often undergo something called ‘education’ which can slow progress if handled but those who fear change.
Words appear to be the culprit. We often cage words and by doing so, close the cage door on those reading them. It might be good to communicate through thought alone but for the moment, poetry comes to the rescue. In a poem, a poet often paints their thoughts rather than underlines them. I always hope to create such paintings using ‘paint’ that never dries.