The Grape Masters

Here we are again
at the juncture
where black holes meet
the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
where Petticoat Junction meets
Funky and Damn Near New
where raw potential melts
into the volcanic ash of promises
whispered by the ancients
who spoke the world into existence
in the first place.

Who are we to believe
we understand anything?
It's not the world that lets us down,
it's the mind.
It's time for a reckoning
but where are the wise ones
who know how to administer love-justice?
It's time for a new flavor of wine
but where are the grape masters?