Our politic, Our rhetoric,
Our fears, Our bigoted spears,
Our sightless love, Our vain importance reigning from above,
Our denial, Our disillusioned material spiral,
Our habitual afflictions, Our ignorant safety addictions,
Our cultural inebriation, Our inherent ill-communication,
Our superstitious opinions, Our democratic pinions!
As a mariner who, long out to sea,
only notices his stance of instability
until on his home port docks,
We are unaware the Gravity
against which we fight the surge.
Beneath the foundations
upon which We’ve built our stylized world
A change subtle in the making,
permanent in its shaping,
... A shift is coming.
