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There once was, or is said
(Within that strict restriction
Born by some imagined time)
A Krita Yuga, a Golden Age
But time in time moved on
Having nowhere else to go
Puppets demanding rituals
So birthed the Treta Yuga
Empty rituals have their day
Then lose direction, pass on
Smothered in moss and ivy
Dvapara Yuga, Age of Doubt
Doubt, a castle built on sand
Spews conflict and confusion
Good job we now have words
Record the current Kali Yuga
Stop … step outside of time
Abandon ancient scriptures
Except the ones that declare
There’s but a single moment
And here it is once again …
temporal recursion… I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry… 🙂
Your choice, brother, 🙂
I like this very much
Thank you. Simply the messenger here. 🙂