there isn’t anyone
……… there isn’t anyone
……… ……… ……… there isn’t anyone
i can think of none
— small contributions
to the scene – were they kept out?
were they?
is this the truth or an angle?
how will i know where to find them?
it is all so long ago
the web is torn ………
what seemed different was just a version of the same refrain
it is ……… unsatisfying
LucyFurLeaps 
Something about this touches.
What is that saying…’the more things change the more they stay the same’..an air of that in your poem.
It’s saying that what was avant garde and new turned out to be a microcosm of the same power plays the world over- that history remembers a version that does not include people who were probably important and truly groundbreaking but we cannot know who they were…possibly maybe 🙂