Nothing Moves Me These Days

I want to be moved by something Much more substantial than what's currently on offer In the preposterous post modern pageant: Where the shadow fruits have turned bitter; Where the ironic gesture has become absurd. I want to be free of ubiquitous screens & their frivolous illusions.A kind of chaotic emptiness Currently hangs over me like a black cloud. I'm tired of absorbing digitalised schemes. I want to experience something ablaze with life. I'd like to be redeemed by strange, primal gods That evoke nature's sheer vitality It would be great to bathe in their inspired light And decipher their esoteric symbols. I would want them to leave me picked clean, But invariably asking for more.