Syzygy Or Beware the Tides of Marches

"History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme"* like the whine of swine all drunk on wine this viscous valentine vents turbid turpentine volcanic tectonics of violent landmines such slovenly, serpentine, slips of sand at end of time as tears weeping tsunamic sweeping cesium creeping the we rereading sky braille unseeing signs and portents content with contents insistant attempts at repealing events and blindly concealing our rifts and our rents we prefer our unfeeling and selfish intents *from a quote of Samuel Clemens