We Are In The Tunnel Now
We are in the tunnel still
we thought we had come through
but the circle of blinding brightness
never appeared against the dark
it must have been a crack or a dream
when we flew to Mars and Moon
our magical thinking died after Nietzsche
was blamed for the destruction of Europe.
Light is fickle against grey stipple walls
— our flashlight too dim for perception
shadow precedes intention
no religion can save us from hunger
love cannot bleach our body’s link
to the animal ancestor.
We created these walls and must
keep walking towards light.
We have come this far
the journey not over — we shall die
if we remain here.
(Sleep With Me: Lullaby for an Anxious Planet. Janet Vickers. Ekstasis 2020)
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