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The end of Romanticism and the Gothic, the prevelance of Scientific reason |
The sinewy machinations of man, Lie bereft of reason. Their paths entangled, they flounder on In uncertain, incandescent twilight. Hitherto unsure, now they are drawn Like the moth to the flame, order emerges In the guise of meaningful pursuits and goals A brighter tomorrow, of progress and law. Not of God, but man, and man alone A delightfully blasphemous ideal, One of vim, and vigour, and thorough transgression Of all older ideals, left to ruin. No value in those antiquitin concepts, Leave them rot; Away into obscurity they fly, In the face of newer things; Superstitious musings of mad encounters, Of belief obscure and senses dismayed, Now trampled underfoot; Begone! Banished by the sterile tide, Of humanity unleashed. Gone are the harrows of age-old practice, The trial and error of mankind’s demise, The figurative worth Of a timely achievement Is weighed, measured, Systematically hauled Through wisdom’s crucible And by the new way ended. Ended, like all things Of beauteous nature Within imperfection lies An odd sense of attraction, A longing for the fertile, nonsensical ways Of yesteryear, knowledge lost and shunned, Sacrificed in favour of the new, The bold, the sheen of the present Aligns with revolting grace to herald A new age of illuminated darkness. |