Who can distinguish night from day In the twilight of history? Does this dull light signal nights end, Or only the last light of day? Some believe the sun will soon rise To reverse the flow of darkness, While others hear the dying screams Of their Destiny Manifest. Stopped at another crossroads, I find the choices offered Too narrow and limiting. Promises of salvation From new world ordered pulpits Cannot quench the thirst to live Beyond the fear and sanctioned greed Of material lifelessness. If today our shadow is seen, Will the growing darkness condemn Six more generations to die Dreaming the somnambulant dream?