the iron will of time
man feels he must somehow break through
the force of generations past
flow to his way of sculpting each moment
he is in a sense a revision of
his for fathers' toil
and yet a mere cliff note of all that they hoped
to achieve
deep introspection takes root
the world paints for him yet another day
and still he knows
he would be but a shadow of nothing
without such map as that of
his private memories
for humanity in all its ancient forms
is but cotton to the mill
let loose on a world full of its own
undeniable charms...........
(written Sept. 21,2005 3am)