Old Dogs

DANCE


the modern world
and its lack of hope
seems not so much a product
of a tragic and flawed history
as it does an unfortunate result
of misdirected thought
something gone awry
in the collective cranium
leading us to these
self-perpetuating
processes
of despair

where do we go
to change our thinking?
surely not along the same
embarrassing established lines
blindly plodding ahead
hoping for some benign
and benevolent
metamorphosis
and certainly not back
our problems firmly bedrocked
in those ancient philosophies
that spawned the rationality
responsible for
our plight
a new and different
direction
must be
found
and
taken

I think
that it's time
to finally cast away
the vulgar raiments
of arts and letters
math and science
philosophy and religion
and to take a confident step
off this thin and weakening
limb of tainted thought
not fearing the fall
but placing our faith
in the bare
essence
of life

who will take
that first dizzying step
into a new tomorrow?

I would gladly
volunteer

if only
they would unlock
this restraining jacket
and allow me
to dance naked
on the glistening grass
outside the oppressive
white walls
of reason