Lifetimes flew by in hours of pages
as books, pamphlets, letters
was it anothers whom into our life
flung themselves over the distance
which was between us both.
Yet minds are not sharp in our days -- ;
we are very smart, but not --
Nothing was truly learned of it
but namedrop fame and pretend ;
so few understand history.
It was all sold, exchanged for bribes
even the silver wares --
which took a lifetime to gather
while the books gathered dust,
letters, pamphlets turned.
Like taxation tally stick details
of ruin by silken threads,
of spices, luxuries, was it cast
as a perishable impermanence
was it devoured in an hour.
Today it's medications against
food which makes us sick,
but seems as drops in the oceans
of vanity fair of designer clothes.
even mountain peaks drown.
Someday in future sombody
will also read this poetry ---
and as so many others consider
the Legends of Noahs Ark again :
We drown in our desires.
Then close this page - too it
will gather dust while
whomever noticed thought
" how odd we both realized it
over the distance of time. "
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