HOLOCENE

There are times in your life

when you walk toward the light

by moving out of dark like any mystic

And before the light has gone

it will brand you with a song

a mark that say's your home is globalistic

Then again before too long

your works will soon belong

to the centre of the holocene ballistic

Now, the cosmos is the carpet of your soul

the galaxy, the whole of me

the milky way the holocene

the gas that tore abundance from the plume of natures pelt

there are times in your life when you walk toward the light

by moving into dark like any mystic

(c) S.Watts