The writing has writ and the finger moved,

The central circle is a spiral in time,

Where karma leaves its dust and fine,

Who knows the actors aren't the same,

They meet on fields that are within,

Endless births and strings unsolved,

Widows and Orphans can but wait,

For it is their lot to witness same,

They are characters too one each side,

Freedom rides on gossamer wings for some,

The sum knowledge knows not yet,

Where it shines for it shines within,

Faces fade in the shadows of time,

Arrows fire with different names,

The sand the grains are just the same,

Tis not the loins of Abraham that fight,

But yet they cast a carver's stone,

The Owl of Lilith winks in Bohemia,,

Alexander and Ozymandias are but the same.

Tony O'Clery.