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
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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