I eavesdrop on the early conversation
Between the dust and the breath,
Between the concrete and aerial.
The cement is lamenting soles departed,
While the wind predicts fog in the future.
Their discourse is, initially, indistinct;
Yet I sense it... - transmits a gradation -
A tint, a hint... Memory of life passed...
(Suddenly a shadow decides to interject
His communication articulation lacks respect
His speech is direct and in direct
Contrast to the previous two.
He has no intrest in bygone or by-and-by
Selfishly soils the soil neglects the sky
All he discusses at length is the i
Praising ignorance arrogance brutality too)
... With the trespass of the fierce shade
Remembrance, reverence, abode, and aether fade.
Substance, significance - what mattered ceases to.
The sensible and natural - is anything true?
Composed by: A.D.
As always I took some poetic license with the punctuation, hope you enjoy. If anything is unclear, comment and I'll clarify.
