The Age of Every Thing

This is the age

of

every

thing:

these are the times

of everything

and nothing;

of yes and no,

of stop and go,

of day and night,

of us and them,

of left and right,

of remain and leave,

of stained and clean,

of sloth and panic.

These are the days

of apocalypse

or inconvenience.

There are only extremes,

the centre did not hold,

fools climb upward.

The toxic tocsin

has rung for some,

others hear opportunity

knocking.

Both drown out

the still small voice

of reason.