Inevitably, they will wonder how we did it
Survived, in a time like this with the stakes so high
and dwelling so low.
None get out alive anyway.
And perhaps these distractions they will think
occupied us, and we were not really living but playing a part
and pretending living and dying went on as usual
but somehow more incredible or ordinary
since we wore out wonder and shocked ourselves
callous and invincible in some ways temporary and just
passing through. None lived, they only carried on.
#iwashere
answers, motives, fatalities and appendices, it will be concluded
that there was an absence of unity, a zero, and no symmetry or sense
of All or order like will. It was exposure
of holes, leaks, sparks, rust, unraveling, sputtering and still many
looked away but felt the erosion on their tongue.
It was the wearing and tearing of natural light.
This presumption would be right
for the few who went outside the blue boxes
to capture and view larger than a life.
It became too much to write.
#i-magi-nation
Artwork By Herbert G SCHMALZ (1856 - 1935) (Britain) 'Zenobia's last look on Palmyra' (1888) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
