not waiting for the morning train

we mistake our era's givens for the eternal
assume that each of us contains an essence
though we dislike it reality's diurnal

when we believe a phenomenon supernal
we grant it power far beyond its presence
we mistake our era's givens for the eternal

the interconnection that makes us fraternal
experiences no sudden efflorescence
though we dislike it reality's diurnal

we blame our failures on powers infernal
no act of ours produces deliquescence
we mistake our era's givens for the eternal

our enemies' destination we believe avernal
not ours despite knowing of our evancescence
though we dislike it reality's diurnal

in each of us there is a moment vernal
we wait throughout life for its recrudescence
we mistake our era's givens for the eternal
though we dislike it reality's diurnal