Close to the edge

Close to the edge

We may not see it

Shrouded though it may be

In a fools mist

Hiding the truth

Behind the uncertainty

Of our progress

Negotiating dark waters

In a turbulent sea

Full of predators

If the earth was flat

We would have been swept away

Before now

Five more minutes

To change course

Before the onrush

Is a consensus

Among the faithful

A cacophony of voices

Sing a collection of different songs

Timing is everything

Nothing changes

If you jettison history

Employ its weight

As an anchor

It may yet drag

This unfortunate vessel

Away from the brink

Cast out dogma

It has obscured the true

Nature of circumnavigation

Allied critical thinking

With false gods

Clear the decks

Turn the wheel

There is still room

For manoeuvre

If all on board

Become less a company

Of strangers

And act together

In concert now.