THRONE NATIONS

I must state I am not frozen in time
Though I must admit time throws me at times
Am I an anachronism crossing partitions between time and space?
I remain calm watching for what future human race
To this entirely mad nest I know I do not belong
Am I many miles more than one-step beyond?
I know not if I am a future past apparition
Whether I am transgressing realms within or without reason?
As times' starts to elapse
Passing of great societies… some through collapse
Like a game of thrown nations
Lost by deed to cease on creation
Proud of what once was all the rage saw to its final fate  
Good as wane into waves interwoven, lost amid a vast temporal strait
Encompassing composition of then, now, and what may proceed
Tomorrows' presents?
Yesterdays for we to exist in-between

10/10/19