For these are the end of days,

and her eyes shined with love,
and he brimmed over,
and old wounds had dissipated,
when the earth had shifted,
for these are the end of days,

and night pleasures,
flow to daily leisures,
and they meet in light,
and everywhere was pro-creation,
for these are the end of days,

and humanity had grown too old,
and desired the joy of children,
and food was appleseeds,
and mud is soil,
and eden spread,
for these are the end of days,

and bodies took only what they needed,
and supply balanced,
as demand fit,
for these are the end of days,

and musicians flocked to factories,
and production produced symphonies,
and greed seemed no need needed,
for these are the end of days,

and she found him loving,
and loving finding love,
and joined him,
and hotel rooms were abandoned,
for these are the end of days,

and borders flapped in the breeze,
and we flowed across the world,
and power has lost it's use,
and weapons became found art objects,
for these are the end of days,

and poor was rich in useful cooperation,
and rich desired more interconnection,
and all and all is integration,
for these are the end of days,

and home fires warmed all,
for all belongings are no more,
and privacy and loneliness fade,
and we are no longer hid,
For these are the end of days,

and books are read aloud on street corners,
for traffic lights blink merrily,
for desiring speed all wait in line,
for these are the end of days,

and people exchange their clothes,
as uniforms become costumes,
and plays spill from theaters,
and Shakespeare comes alive in the park,
for these are the end of days,

and children find parents in crowds,
for all see their own reflections
in the mirrors of the children,
for these are the end of days,

and this is the next evolution,
for tired of chain and rope,
we weave them to sail and hope,
and reclaim rising seas,
in finding it's ecology,
and fishing what is teaming,
for these are the end of days,

and all tables are banquets,
and all scraps are used,
and nothing is packaged,
and little transported,
for these are the end of days,

and technology is pressed to service,
and in the absence of profit,
the prophets of science,
study immediacy,
and the cure for disease,
and holistic, invasive, and chemical merge,
for these are the end of days,

and all wounds are bound,
and all infirmities integrated,
and all potentials seen,
for these are the end of days,

for with the axis of the earth,
the axis of man has flipped,
and wars dissipate like old ghosts,
in a world-wide exorcism,
for these are the end of days,

and film makers leave their sets,
to fill their imaginations,
with even greater
and more preposterous visions,
for these are the end of days,

and the creative dawning,
is a sunrise of loving,
and artistic merging of imagination,
cars fly to their destinations,
for these are the end of days,

and what could have been is now,
and what should have been is now,
and what might have been did,
and what was lost no longer hid,
for the these are the end of days,

and new reason prevails,
and hearts are opened,
and hard feelings are mended,
and we all get to start again.

12/17/2012

Author's Note: Tears on face

Posted on 12/17/2012
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