Gauntlet.
From
birth to
death.
The gauntlet
run.
Staying alive,
ancient
course
once
laid out.
Running
the gauntlet.
From
physical
to mental
obstacles
evolved.
Survival
of the
fittest,
once
obstacles
defined.
Inundation.
Modernities
curse.
Inundation,
smothered.
Smothered
in information,
running
harder to
keep up.
Never,
ending
free flowing
information.
Flooding,
smothering
the mind,
crushing
the soul.
Flow
accelerating
denser,
continuously
denser,
the gauntlet’s
state now!
Runaway
train the
course
has laid
out.
Look
into their
eyes,
humanity
losing
its mind,
its soul.
Flying
off the
rails
civilization
soon
will be.
Best
turn off
the machines,
while
you still
can.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2021 21:02
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Comments2
As we run that gauntlet each step we take gives us experience and when we have gained enough we will turn off those machines.
Andy
Hope you’re right Andy. Thank you for reading JP
indeed, we're all
just a 'clicked, power button - of choice, away'
from all that yearned-for: serenity...
intriguing, as always dear poet
Serenity indeed, what’s sorely lacking these days. Thank you for reading.
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