CULTURAL CRAZE-FLUX STROLL DÉJÀ VU

Forward moving in paces mothers laid
Are steps taken now on paths trod times before.
A road winds thin here as new beginning
Though ever yet as constant trampling floor.

At once new, at once old, time flies
Once set free, once browsing on strange human ties
Old times bred new by fresh human forms
Still move me to recurring life paths of stray norms.

Being here, divine flesh onward on preying hands
For true meed meal had wandered free alive,
Shapes of mores mixed breed with human dream bands
All fly apart anew, again on real, now needful strive.

I can only wish, only vainly hope:
Real storms still drive on time's twenty-rope.

Great poem gwatala

To them that understand.

Gwatala, u're a great poet.

macalurs:

To them that understand.

Gwatala, u're a great poet.

And so are you Macalurs.

"All great men are dead. And I am not feeling too well myself!." Now I know why.