History adheres.
The past,
sticks fast to the
present,
as the present clings to the
future.
The past is not set,
it unsettles.
Where do you think history goes
when it slips over the hill of time?
The sun seems to set at dusk
only to rise again out of the rut of night
with old fire.
History too follows a well worn rut,
repeats the deep story,
repeats the deep story.