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I do wonder, quite happily, about calendars

They are everything peculiar about human souls,
And in some sense proof our souls exist, artificial
Constructs mapped so carefully to natural events,
And then remapped, and then remapped, and then thrown over
For the next king, the next god, the next revolution.
When was the original and in what medium?
These past few centuries, most calendrical of all,
There's been no shortage of country curates, folklorists,
Archaeologists, nut cases, mathematicians
Determined to anoint some lumps of rocks or scratched walls
As the first example of the sacred calendar.
Does it matter? It matters we've learned time is sacred.