Foundations are built on history books,
continuously updated to mold the confused,
wondering why what came before is no more,
destroyed because existence is what’s controlled.
Witness book bonfires
with buyer's remorse.
The past is the gateway to the future,
with the present dictating the brooding past;
this twisted pretzel determines who controls
how the inevitable outcomes are also goals.
A name missing from history
follows fate's course
There’s no memory or record impervious
to the dictations deciding the obvious;
the public is malleable to the voice’s mere words,
assuring revolt of the masses is forever deferred.
The surest of jails
are the chains of the veil.
The current narrative is fully self-evident,
past meeting future to a present then regiment;
everything is placed to fulfill the just cause
as priorities are framed by thunderous applause.
Corrections are made
to mistakes of past days.
Don’t be concerned if the truth is devoid;
it really didn’t matter when control is deployed.
Acceptance presupposes the desired reward:
existence assured at the cost of past lore.
© 2026. Lynn Green. All Rights Reserved. 20260512.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
Foundations are built on history books,
continuously updated to mold the confused,
wondering why what came before is no more,
destroyed because existence is what’s controlled.
Witness book bonfires
with buyer's remorse.
The past is the gateway to the future,
with the present dictating the brooding past;
this twisted pretzel determines who controls
how the inevitable outcomes are also goals.
A name missing from history
follows fate's course
There’s no memory or record impervious
to the dictations deciding the obvious;
the public is malleable to the voice’s mere words,
assuring revolt of the masses is forever deferred.
The surest of jails
are the chains of the veil.
The current narrative is fully self-evident,
past meeting future to a present then regiment;
everything is placed to fulfill the just cause
as priorities are framed by thunderous applause.
Corrections are made
to mistakes of past days.
Don’t be concerned if the truth is devoid;
it really didn’t matter when control is deployed.
Acceptance presupposes the desired reward:
existence assured at the cost of past lore.
© 2026. Lynn Green. All Rights Reserved. 20260512.
The poem “Archival” portrays history as a manipulated record, revised by present authority so the future appears inevitable and obedience becomes the price of continued existence.
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