A Poem of Sorts

 A Poem of Sorts

The cataclysmic shift of consciousness humanity is currently under
going is a gift and a curse that never stops giving, the changes
come as aftershocks of an earthquake, small ones at first, then
piecing insights, almost as if the future is burned inside our eyes,
tattooed on our souls, revealing, not only the horrors of society
but our own shortcomings as human beings. Are current events
unfolding a mirror of hidden desires or a violent shifting of minds
and goals as plate tectonics rip open long dead ideals that once
seemed solid ground but now only quicksand as fissures open up
beneath our feet and our sins, vine like, wrap around bare ankles,
threatening to pull us down into the seething cesspool's mire
of shallow minds parroting the lies we once believed,
and so believed we were ... whole