space

Stifling the primal scream

As the world requires that I ebb away

And repress all the things I have to say

Again, in the common interest

Keep on keeping on

Is our exhortation

That we would chisel into our gravestones,

If we could afford them.

As we collapse into dust and seep into the ground,

Everything we knew and the truths we found

Were lost like tears in the storm.

When the last person who remembers us is finally gone,

All that will be is the myths and the legends

The stories we tell of the known, re-wrapped in the new,

Will warm hearts and inspire minds,

Before being recycled back into truth, as fire ignites, so these never-ending thoughts, which appear to be ours, continue to operate further and further into the darkness of space, until they're lost or found.