Pulse of Individual Through History

All is not lost from death Fall of spirit redeems instantly When caddy corners of history turn pages As we wander our own back pages The faces of self change to murmur Time's poise of flashing moments occurs I remember the ascent of age Dawning mind tumbling unknowing The gash it would leave on the ghost of today Seeming aimless the forming of futures Temples of thought rearranged and displayed What signals are now sent to future? As ideas created from the lines of today Will be recalled on later quicksand trekking