fire-tinted skies-
sunkissed cloudburn.
billowing
grandeur
gone.
(experimenting with a 5,4,3,2,1 syllabic drop.)
Being Gone, and All
When the guards came
to guard what
needed to be guarded
they found it gone
stolen, abstract
and uncharted. They
asked, "What happened?
where did it go?
tell us what you know!"
But I didn't know
what to tell them
I couldn't explain it
if I tried
"The last seven years
were nothing more
than lies"
was what they heard.
"I was here.
Where were you?"
was what I thought.
They looked at me
at the crowd that gathered
and did not know
what to say
what to do
except to guard
what no longer needed
to be guarded -
being gone, and all.
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Musings on showing up and doing stuff - like voting, and all.