Every day dawned fresh and new.
History
Eats mornings, eats evenings,
Chews on fragments, statistics:
Sources.
The past is as alive as the future,
The present is a pause,
A resting place.
Current cultures
Are arbitrary, conditional, constructed
From current prejudices,
Passing circumstances.
Shrapnel, love, survival;
Nothing is new.
Everything is old.
We run through city streets,
Stumble across hillsides,
Seeing our world
From forgotten points of view.
22 February 2012
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