As water stills the runnings deep inside
The age distills old moments in wrinkles
Of memory - the lone star that twinkles
Above the crumbling classical facade.
Postmodernism, post-meaning, post-all...
Postscriptum to a post-civilization
An epitaph, a late realization...
Inertia not easy to forestall.
“And this shall pass” - thus says the Hebrew Bible.
The multitudes of presidents and kings
On history’s inevitable swings
That oscillate from chaos to revival.
2021
Навеяно победой левых постмодернистов в США.