but a few breaths lived to leave records
words written preserved words lost
history is words history is written words...
but truth countless histories perish evaporate
never written never emotive echoing a single lost
word true history is a slice dice fable of survival...
history is not a beginning an enduring middle
history is a summary an analysis defining end
the last inked full stop a judgement of humanity...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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