February 21, 2017Missive
Is there anything left
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Is there anything left
Other than a space
Once occupied
What remains
When the moment has passed
Is an image
Left behind
Of what was
Is it deeply imbued
In the fabric
Of a material world
Layer upon layer
Perception coloured
In the overlay of
Unvarnished truths
Without witness
How will we know
What might have been
When all is lost
Who counts the cost
Presents testimony
Who will be left
To remember
What we were
Before darkness fell
When the world turned
Who will read the stories
Who will be left
To tell them
And come the rising
Who will care.