well the sheaves have all been brought,but the fields have washed awayand the palaces now standwhere the coffins all were laidand the times we see aheadwe must glaze with rosy huesfor we don’t wish to admitwhat it is we have to losemillennia in comingthe modern age is hereit sanctifies the futureyet renders us with fearso many theories, so many prophecieswhat we do need is a change of ideaswhen we are scaredwe can hide in our reveriesbut what we need is a change of ideaschange of ideas, change of ideaswhat we need now is a change of ideas