No Brakes

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
Rushing again towards the blackest night
Was there a reason for their alacrity
Was reason at all there where we could see
Could we see at all - if there was light
Braking hard, but sorrow did not assuage
It was but with horror that we could engage
To describe the thing that no one could see
Not even we who tell the blind to flee
The circuits short, though with panels still bright
We stomp but the brakes cannot engage
Consoled only in the thought of another age
Where to the four winds we might alight
Where some dwell low and some dwell high
With utopia lost, let its billion dead lie
But we know this tunnel does not end with light
Rushing again towards the blackest night.

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