A New Dark Age
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
Capitalism has eaten us all. We are inside the belly now. It is dark in here. Sounds are muted. Still, we scribble in the dark. Still, we make paintings, write songs, poems, books, plays. We dance. We sleep. We eat. In here, we are becoming the new conscience, a new consciousness. In here, we love. In here, we are making beauty.
So much hope, so much beauty...Thank you!
This one is fabulous! I read it out loud to my husband.
Yes, "in here, we are making beauty." And the opening first three lines! Stunning!