Apathy

So many things slipped away from this time…

So many chances

swimming in this unmatched neutrality.

Such ambivalent times hold

change in the water,

opportunity in the sky, and

everywhere the impetus of revolution-

but apathy has its own momentum.

A modern, endemic monster is guilt in denial,

only genius could acknowledge this plight -

but without these feathers Icarus,

one cannot purport to flight.

The alchemist in me grimly smiles

as time repeats itself impossibly,

we ,

again,

face the challenge,

as ever it seems we might,

of wringing gold from lead,

ideals from values,

sense from indigestiqua.

This place where we find ourselves,

it is to here our folly has led.

The only ballast I see is a shining fact that

what gold exists is safely forgotten,

recognized only in time when it tires, thins and

fades out of veiling vital obscurity,

shines resplendent then in posterity,

so that we see again what we have had,

what we have endangered with our apathy.