The age of reason collapsed
like a dying star, turned its fire inward
and, as they do, fell from grace,
began the the long descent to darkness.
With nothing to gauge the fall,
and accustomed to standing,
new ground was sought and claimed.
But, in seeking absolutes, many fell prey to doubt.
When all variations are given weight,
there is no north star and
alternative truths beckon equally.
The black hole yawns,
eager to take us in,
the rabble, in their rush, overturn what they never understood
and the rumor of conspiracy makes eyes fever bright.
Anxiety’s roots spread and grip
like steely talons, like chains,
making even the ground underfoot feeble
apt to shift and roil.
Now that the space between matter has become apparent
there is nowhere to hide.