The Mysteries of Long Ago

The mysteries of long ago
Oft tantalate.  My mind’s aglow
With what I do and do not know.
Today is for the birds.
Beneath the dirt, beneath the grime,
The endless ravages of time
Promote decay, but also rhyme
Enough to pen these words.

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Written while listening to Exodus’ The Atrocity Exhibition…  Exhibit A (2007).