A wide display of times to view,

An age for me,

And one for you,

Each and every meme possessed’s,

Received from days before,

…Untrue,

By meme I mean the genes of heart,

The ones of words that comprise rules,

Around which all our truths become,

The lines of code that write the soul,

And how does one believe reform,

So plain to see,

We must perform,

In ever advanced ways suggests,

To evolve’s to be unsworn,

Forlorn,

To re-evaluate the parts,

Of memes accepted line for line,

No longer useful in a world,

Manifesting our designs,

We cannot dedicate our lives,

To any “given”, granted truth,

As times anew,

Not seen before,

Require words in touch,

Attune.