Whale flukes breach
And vessels passing on the wave
No marks do they engrave.
And, as for those who dare archive,
To fix, immortal conceits so fleeting,
All marks will pass beyond the longest reaching.
Crumbling Past hides wisdom and folly equal both
And Future promises, like knives, dare to the very brink
Only enigmatic Present's grace lies in the bonds of time and space.
Before the animal
Just enough to expose,
Humanity noble, raw
Needs no monument to fall
Nor history to corrupt at all.