From many sides and pieces
we move like refracted light
in transparent spaces between
now and future past perfect tense
an arrangement of letter
into word obituary likeness
now, then! only this remains,
something that was said, immortalized,
can be forgotten,
this is easy and often happens,
there is no other way
we must force tho we rage
we must access the tumble
and smoothing aspects of time
accept loss, accept being lost
in one hundred years
there will be no memory
of us having walked the
earth, there will be no flowers
to mourn,
there will be nothing to hold on to.
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