Tuesday, 18 March 2008


Like a warm wind
Is coming
Dust off your dreams son
Shake off your slumbering hope
And squint into approaching light
Which may be painful
To both the constitution
And the yatterings
Of the mind
Which may boil with unprecedented
Happenings, auguries, deceptions
Boldly stare
Meet visions of truth
Or damnation
Change however unreadable
The helpless caught before it
Pushed into the new horizon
Of havoc and hope
Coming time to wake
Squint and steel
Or flee,
Cut and run away
Hide in the caves
Of the unmalleable
The shelters
Of self preservation
Change comes
My friend
You are warned.