nothing lasts (web weaving exercise)

nezahualcoyotl (nahuatl): The caverns of earth are filled with pestilential dust which once was the bones, the flesh, the bodies of great ones who sate upon thrones, deciding causes, ruling assemblies, governing armies, conquering provinces, possessing treasures, tearing down temples, flattering themselves with pride, majesty, fortune, praise and dominion. These glories have passed like the dark smoke thrown out by the fires of Popocatepetl, leaving no monuments but the rude skins on which they are written. anonymous (anglo-saxon): Who’s wise must fore-ken how ghostly it has beenwhen the world and its things stand wasted—like you find, here and there, in this middle space now—there walls totter, wailed around by winds,gnashed by frost, the buildings snow-lapt.The winehalls molder, their wielder lieswashed clean of joys, his peerage all perished,proud by the wall. War ravaged a bunchferried along the forth-way, others a raptor ravishedover lofty seas, this one the hoary wolfbroke in…