“Mere anarchy…”
do you remember words like that?
rolled in stone by dead bards gone
many meanings piled high
as we struggle just to grasp
Do we wonder ever enough,
breaking thoughts with syllables?
Are we enchanted still
by such spells cast long ago?
Order breathed like moving beasts
giving frame to fears and hopes
as we reach to make a home
for the words that pass us by…
A Soul's Walk 
We each link to others with words and so find ourselves.
Interesting…
The word “mere” is so meaningful in this situation.
Some would not think it meant a lot but it usually does.
Good thoughts. It can apply to today as well as the past.
True.