Lifeless Antiquity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All of life circles itself,
glides upon mantles of yesterday.
Always forging ahead, picking and
selecting jewels of becoming and
artistic endeavors.
Lifeless forms float across our
inner vision, tallying remembrances
of old.
Saturated by beliefs and rumor, life
is lived on merry-go-rounds of cagey
desire.
Fulfilling the ambiance of tomorrow's
hereafter, sounds echo throughout the
universe, foretelling our futural
demise of antiquity.