Day-moon haiku set

Born of damp dark Earth,
suckled in fear, tutored in
drills of sophistry

men but no better,
we live in great neon hives,
dreaming of gold leaf,

under cold, dead columns
from a primitive age, meant
to hold up hubris

so seek not the saint
beneath celibate black paint;
all is theatre

Yet the age begins
to crack. Light dissolves to black
soon a novel act