…..Motion
Most motion now is at a speed no Roman
or enlightened despot ever dreamed
as truth. The landscape we see we miss;
The oceans we cross we overlook;
The accelerations of word and style
Disguise the flat art we flirt with
The thoughts we dispose of after use.
Speed in this palliative world
Amounts to no executive privilege
Nor does the distance we devour
Sustain us. We dream faster
Than we travel, and the dreams
Speed back to what they meant
When sceptic, wise and mortal Socrates,
Lay paralyzed at the apex of his argument.
by John Bruce
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