Again

 

Those who cannot  remenber the past are condemned to repeat it.
                                                                   George Santayana

The again of it couldn’t be anticipated,
not while it was beginning.
This time would be different;
the correction had been made.
The pendulum had swung.
Again.

Exceptionalism at last.
Then, just a different set of clothes,
a new vocabulary.
But the same meaning underneath;
such a sly and sneaky thing.
Again.

A rush for repetition;
re-create that relief.
Drawn in by the ruse;
Disregard, deride, disparage.
Santayana smirks.
Again.

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