All of recorded history

You will not hear the specifics of this
Just be touched by its eddied resonances
Bleeding your messages and meaning together
Blended like the Thames
If unoriginal, your origins squarely midstream
This journey may seem predictable as revolutions
Of a wheel on a smooth road and these stories
Histories and myths we archive in polarities of clay
Will be celebrated as just such sweet moments.
Mistake them not for monuments.