The door stood in silence reflecting quantum sunshine
none were to enter the past
it was motionlessly in motion
racing 1963 and television screens of real images forever repeating
the death of a President
the eternal recurrence of the past
those world and dimensions more inaccessible than the future to the living
who knew if you were gone nothing would remain except their own memories
Forests disappear and new roads sprout like spring flowers
in mountain meadows exhaust reaches the high arctic
polluting before new ships arrive too
docking in time
for the midnight sun
The world is a mud puddle for clinging elephants
on a high ladder, up
they are ladder sitters with memories of the dead
boom boxes underground setting earthquake chat to warn
time is arriving for them too.
You were not part of a meaningless lexicon
given unto the exchange of screws
to hold nonsense in place
pragmatically fashioned with strife
governing for futility to escape a global doom
Alone we arrive and depart from the glorious stage
yet for our mothers and fathers we'd have achieved nothing
we've appeared to recite clever lines
plow fields with bumper crops of lifeless chrome
setting our world-spinning wisdom on the way
to make everything more efficient
Before bio-seasons of our own resumes close
to read 'final act' when we exit
as if ignominy is inability to make ourselves immortal
with power to follow us into the uncertainty
of lifeless eternal quiet without brainwaves
to disturb the universe
we worried that our own creations would be imperfect
incapable of life better than misshapen earthworms
If you were gone and free from last abuse
--profitless days spent in an acid attacked
Mary Shellied social order...bad clams
accelerating the demise of race and liberty
would you experience the unified field of spirit
communicating between entangled particles
pre-determining rapturous calls to order?
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