once we moved in an age of ideas and signs
debate’s lexicon gouging at truth

we then entered a world of instruments and logic
trudging through wastes beyond hypotheses
     and equations

before soaring into a universe of introspection and dream
unfocussed consciousness like the 3000 layers of an onion
     of worlds-within-worlds

these days, we walk in an age of replication and chatter
this limited life forging away specially for the sake of futility

new dilemmas hatch from outdated language
as fertile as ant nests

“love is universal but we are universally unable to love”
light goes in straight lines but it also curves


time is delusion, space illusion
no birth no death no filth no purity no increase no decline

must we go on walking whereverwards or will
wherever come walking towards us next?