The Meaning of the New Fade

In such an age,
Only a paradox
Could explain it,
Only the New Fade,
Which is fast & slow,
New & old,
Smart & stupid,
Left & right,
Up & down,
Meek & bold,
All of that
All at the same time,
Like the Three Stooges
Caught in the doorframe together
All the time,
The pace of change
On fast-forward and reverse,
Good & evil
Caught up in a trap
Together,
And everyone labeling everything 
To their convenience,
The meaning the biggest loss
In all of this,
Meaning meaningless,
Waiting for another day,
Waiting for the barbarians,
Maybe,
I don’t know,
The true history
Caught up with silly & profane songs,
The queen bee pulling faces
Setting up the paces
Going all the places
We can see on a vista
But won’t understand
Until tomorrow,
Much as we believe otherwise
Today,
An act of faith
In a faithless age,
The face of Ellah
Blazing in a valley
Of history,
Of Value,
Faith repurposed 
As something older,
Renamed,
Made urgent,
For the economics,
To save time,
In case there won’t be any,
An index of opportunity,
Really,
If you can take it,
Before waking,
At long last,
That irascible sandman,
The ultimate self in such a world,
At the exchange
Of all the runners
Just warming up
At the starting line.

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