We are history.
from the heavenly king,
to the useless trash.
Everything with a past.
from sights and smells,
to their stone built hells
We are the future
Instantaneous revolutions,
with no clear path.
Beauty in the uncertainty,
cosmos out of chaos
We are facts,
for the future.
images to be recalled
numerous as the leaves of grass.
Symbolic memories
future generalizations
Lost in the overflow…
Bound to be swallowed
by the desert of history
within every grain a memory
sand has a past
depends if the sieve catches