Innocence
The dwindling abyss of the loss of all self-confidence
because of personal calamities and natural disasters
is not something that you can do anything about
except endure, survive and brace with that stiff upper lip.
Things don't get better by the aspect of the havoc of humanity
destroying life and species, nature and environment
including any basics for the future,
since there are not many wise men any more
who honestly can stake their lives in love
investing in a family concern for future troubles.
So you get discouraged, overrun by the mad circus
of the bolting world of greed, insanity and egoism
with sex and violence as the acceptedly sole meaning of existence.
All that you can do is stand apart detached and critical
and maybe hibernate this age of Kali,
this destructive universal lunacy of dehumanization
and denaturalization, by quite simply do your work,
maintain your garden, write your poetry
and keep up the remanining beauty of the soul
which never can be poisoned or corrupted
by anything you didn't cause yourself.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-03 at 19:23
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