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Sit in stillness Allow the unrest Of idleness Contour the shape Of nonentity Soon you’ll hear A loud ringing Within your ear The same noise Howling staunch Before you sleep The same sound blaring As the world stagnates And time loiters And sorrow seeps up from the rug I don’t think you realize You will never see him again As long as you live For now he is a tall tale Retold to offspring A distant memory A mythic architect Nothing in the past has ever occurred There is only now And now There is only the wind And the world moves on And time resumes clockwise And his ashes are spread about the sea
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
Upon the Reception of Loss: A Letter to Myself
Sit in stillness Allow the unrest Of idleness Contour the shape Of nonentity Soon you’ll hear A loud ringing Within your ear The same noise Howling staunch Before you sleep The same sound blaring As the world stagnates And time loiters And sorrow seeps up from the rug I don’t think you realize You will never see him again As long as you live For now he is a tall tale Retold to offspring A distant memory A mythic architect Nothing in the past has ever occurred There is only now And now There is only the wind And the world moves on And time resumes clockwise And his ashes are spread about the sea
rswilliams
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
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