Eternity

a day, a month,
a year, a decade,
a century, an age
ride on predecessors
-carry bits of them
like concealed colors
of a spectrum
-highlight their gold
-leave imprints
on transient sand
knowing
the future will interpret
stories as they like

the intent
the act
the message
the art
may oscillate
between black and white
yet a part of them remains
in universal psyche

I may come back again
stories buried in sand grains
will sprout new truths
stand transformed
to cleanse memory
but spread fragrance
reminiscent of my
once-glorified existence


What Do You See #219

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