Britannia Pier

"Welcome to Britannia Pier:

Live Entertainment, Family Bars

open till late. Temporary Tattoos;

Treasure Island Amusements," 

 

All drums and neon, a strange voice croons "in the jungle,

the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonite." Pools

of light and lovers sliding with each other

into the dusk are as snatches of perfume 

from Grandfather's garden where you walked, 

eyes closed, in the spring

that he died; and as each one jewels 

in darkness, beaded bright pearls 

into the straight lines

of the night, you wonder why

 

all enchantment withered 

and the dreams

led not to glory, 

only to here.

Here! Monkey-Man Rest here.

Have you begun to figure it out yet?  I wonder how many will.

Period

Articulating complexity using only words has always been problematic, words have been the foundation of every problem your species has ever collectively encountered.  One must be very careful yet one must try, because that big story we've been telling each other and ourselves through all those centuries has come to an end, and it is a very unpleasant end, if nothing is achieved and no action taken.  

And one has become particularly fond of you lot of reprobates and the things you tell yourselves are your aesthetics and your empathic care, as well as your silly mistakes.

It must have been very different during the Old Days, though it's impossible to know in exactly which ways, as the Old Days are the inchoasis of History, the birthplace of myth.  

Let's take a look.