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.
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