Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Lament

 

Lament


Turning in the cloister,

skirling pipes

cry their exit;

breath becoming music,

complex notes

scrying the unknown

at the leaving of the spirit.


In countless quiet rooms,

in singularity or chorus,

complex feelings

stab and stir

in ambush.


Screens share finalities.

Fading into mist

Her reality,

at the mercy of historians

and opinions,

complex addenda

will realign

the familiar.

New generations

will not experience

nor understand

our lament.

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