It comes to one at the oddest of times, to glimpse to a future beyond imaginations find, but left to those whom choose not to be blind, and find it crystal clear in seeing, if inclined:
Open door with unlocking key,
Brave to what lay before to see:
A mystical miracle, that may be?
Only for those with mind as me?
Turbulent times ahead to breathe,
Skies above clouded do agree:
The darkness within to seed,
The anxiety made to painfully bleed.
To what end is meant to prevail,
Gloom of death, or joy to wale?
Time is the virtue given to hail,
Humankind’s existence, or to curtail?
We are without doubt living in tumultuous times, the upheaval of all the norms we have become comfortable by which to co-exist; laid bare for dissemination and re-examination to their appropriateness of application, or want for a revisionist determination, regardless of impact to ruination.
The wilful opening Pandora’s Box to Humanity’s Codex will only serve to end in disaster for the species continued co-existence on this planet already poised for environmental self-destruction stemming form confluence of cosmic, and natural cyclical phenomenon’s transgressions.
For those whom in the end prevail will retrospectively witness the folly that brought to bare the scorched bones of what once was, and left to reconstitute in manner to obviate that which brought their struggles to bare.
No beginning is void of an end, to yet begin again!
naykdpoet 
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