lines
the slandered hands of time
the consequence of almost ageless passing
and its leverage on the boundaries of creation
bear the careworn lines and spots of parasites
and ordeals scars
play the tune of consequence upon the instruments
of deconstruction
for as the boundary of creation
which through the many phases once wrought and smote our galaxy
so its trailing edge will pass
and relieve us of its melody and of its energy
and in the many spans of man reflected
on the ripples of that once energy
are small vibrations heard across the living plateau
vivid are the lives of here and now
so small so gone within millenia
that once remembered carved
apparently to spite finality
so are weathered down to dust
thence rocks must fail this trial
and microcosmic atoms fail this trial
the traveller of history
sings its songlines in oddly lilting themes
its unique and winding track
is blending too to dust
its voice carried on the oceans cosmic winds
curtailing trailing in the distance