The world has gone mad

The world has gone mad again, And as the gulf between what is thinkable And what is sayable grows wider and wider I wonder what the future holds in store For those who will follow in our footsteps. A red moon looms overhead But her name is never to be spoken We must dutifully ignore The Gods of Yore. We have no need for such superstition now We are becoming omnipotent We will soon be immortal Who cares about a Moon Who says she is a Goddess? She clearly isn’t […]