Speaking into the Vortex

Speaking into the vortex
What is ancient past
Is dissolved.

None of it is understood
As man must relearn the ancient truths
All over again.

You have worked hard to make
This modern world its own context.
For, the only thing understood
Is what is new, what is visceral
What is seen in the present day.
Ancient truths happen
Yesterday, and the day before
And when history gets made
None take a passing glance at it.
For all things are new.
All things are made now.

The vortex spins
And all of the past has been washed
So that men see today
And reflect into the past
Visions of the modern world.
The past?
It is forgotten
As Ancient Persia
Gets replaced by Greece
And Greece gets replaced by 
Some unknown specter which
Believes speech ought not be free.

Why have free speech?
If there is only the vortex?
If only the colors in the eye
Are what's true?
The visceral pleasure
The modern vocabulary.
Ancient words are but dust
Ancient stories
So we can make them new?
No, just to forget them and the morals they hold.
For modernity is sufficed by myriads of facts
Which were created by the vortex.
We find instances in history
Which we deem pleasing
And we base our reasoning on such
Never once investigating whether it were the norm.
It was not.

No, but we create our modern world
And pioneer it with the present
Forgetting the past
And living only in the vortex.