The Age Of Secrets

From Their World, Three Worlds by Dai Pan (潘岱). Poem 14.

In ages past, in times long ago,
Before spider-folk and lunar myths were drawn,
No prisons held us, no debates were born,
Of politics dressed in science or fictional form,
Earth stood round, Roswell's tales forlorn,
While earthquakes and tsunamis remained true,
Nothing is wrong, sworn.

That was an era free from secret's hand,
Where night brought silence across the land,
Not screams and dread that now command,
In daylight hours filled with tales unplanned,
Leaving us to question if human, we still stand.

Are you human? No? Am I?
I am human. Or not?
You are not human. Maybe, who knows.
God's traces have become wind in your stories,
In this age where everything is a secret,
An age without secrets.

Cite as: Dai Pan, "The Age Of Secrets," Three Worlds, Their World, poem 14, 2025. https://daipan.ink/their-world/the-age-of-secrets

Their World 14

The Age Of Secrets

In ages past, in times long ago,
Before spider-folk and lunar myths were drawn,
No prisons held us, // no debates were born,
Of politics dressed // in science or fictional form,
Earth stood round, Roswell's tales forlorn,
While earthquakes and tsunamis remained true,
Nothing is wrong, sworn.

That was an era free // from secret's hand,
Where night brought silence across the land,
Not screams and dread that now command,
In daylight hours filled with tales unplanned,
Leaving us to question if human, // we still stand.

Are you human? No? Am I?
I am human. Or not?
You are not human. Maybe, // who knows.
God's traces have become wind // in your stories,
In this age where // everything is a secret,
An age without secrets.