waiting to be born again


like the beast in Yeats's great poem

the easy fear and lustful guilt


of the entire Piscean Age

and it's romantic delusions


and horrific vapors...

how childish it all now seems


how ignorant and wanton

as a new knowledge adds a base to bind


the memories of ages into this freshness of being

waiting to be born again...


nothing in the world really different than before...

and yet it is because of the new awareness...


improved wisdom as to why it is the same yet different....





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