by Tom Wynter

Created on: January 14, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Indoctrinated hatred for all that's static,
At dawn, nature's anachronism intrudes on a synthesized world,
And is quickly drowned out by the buzz of technology.
Everything is perfect in this brave new world.

A pulpit penetrates the haze,
Giving meaning to a life of instant gratification.
Where blind faith replaces logic,
And the masses are manipulated.

A septic wasteland of deceit and lies,

Society in makeup.
Civilization: a complex charade,
As we strive for mediocrity.

Reconstituted beauty in a stagnant society,
Everything's recycled in this ephemeral life.
We flitter about for an instant,
Making inconsequential decisions,
And like a silent supernova, disappear.

Incapacitating beauty laced with euphoria.
A sheer cliff face protrudes arrogantly from the sea.
An effigy to a time forgotten,
An affront to the future.

In a transcendent utopian society,
Where everything is spotless.
Dirt has been eradicated,
As we wash our hands of nature.

Genetically modified society,
We are programmed,
No more, no less.
Conditioned by globalisation.

Evolution has ceased,
As we nurture the weak.
In this stagnant cesspool we call society.
Civilization; The eye of the storm.

We live as we die, decaying.

How typical of mankind to leave a reminder,
That nature has been conquered.
A flag atop a mountain's peak,
Ubiquitous re-enforcement of mankind's supremacy
A motif of a superiority complex.

And how noble her conquests?

Icebergs at Bondi.
The truth lurks beneath the surface.
Mendacious smiles and manufactured beauty,
Paying for fractured sewage pipe views.

Sunlight glimmers off the water,
Yearning to penetrate the impermeable veneer.
Sydney Harbour in all it's glory.
The life-blood of our fair city.

Underneath lies a squalid cesspool,
Polluted with pernicious poisons.
Waste both toxic and human.
Caviar laced with arsenic.

The insidious smiles in an oil-slick reflection,
Beckon me to join them.
It makes for a beautiful photo,
And the camera never lies.

Her lightning returns me from my reverie,
Drawn back to a sterilized world.
Back to a neon habitat,
Where Darwin no longer has a theory,
But has sordid strip-clubs and pugilant pubs.

Meet me where the purest river flows,
Where a purist builds dams,
Where my heart lies,
And my body lives.

Find me amidst the turbid waters,
Where the wind beats against my skin,
Find me amidst the turbid waters,
Where I am purged of my sins.

Meet me where the tree falls,
And cries out for help,
Meet me where the tree falls,
And doesn't make a sound.

Find me amongst the tranquil trees,
Alone and afraid.
Find me amongst the buzzing

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