Momentum
Til recently Death leaked
waters of wisdom wide
in Lethe’s sterile ditch, ~
left precious little guide
for generations which
absorbed vain preview sneak
of knowledge wells inside
the sum of learning rich
which might as base abide
to speed the future’s ride.
Tomorrow waits to speak
with unsuspecting tide
as waves of learning stitch
themselves together hide
little or nought, may hitch
ride at a rate unique -
momentum to provide
deep answers ~ what’s the glitch? ~
that mankind in its pride
may for the worst decide...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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