Ballad of Extinguishment

Ballad of Extinguishment

I’m from yesterday
You’re from tomorrow
Yet we speak as if though
Words were spilling over onto tables

When time constructs
Constricts
And converges

Where space is the place and
We sail on the face
Of the universes

None shall be safe
From the hunt
Or the chase

Of communication
And concentrations
Seen in this strange place

All too often
We look behind us
In hindsight and sadness

To look into the eyes of fate
We tempt it
To damn us

But who would know
And who would care
About flakes of reality behind us?

Who stops to dwell
Or at time, yell?
It’s pointless, and we all know it

Yet we throw our smoke
And construct
Our mirrors

Sit on pews facing backward
Chronicling butterflies
Like they were factual

Then we look up, one day
Full of moxie
In some way

The smoke fades
The mirrors break

We’re left in shards
And it still looks the same

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