In the end
We had dust with no life
We had given our lives
To the Flesh
Not to the Bone
And in the end
We slipped away
With the wind
Diminishing the Dream
Like sand falling
Through the convexities
Of the hourglass
In the end
There was only
A Nothingness
***
What desolates a Town?
Forlornness
Thrownness
Forget – Forgive
We lose what is at hand
We forget about the Bone
The inner structure is taken for granted:
That there is Being.
