Google+ A Tangled Rope: Erosion

Tuesday, June 25, 2013




The words we once used are forever
Written on all these monuments.
The wind and rain will not erode them.
The sun will not scorch a faded
Forgetfulness across their rough surfaces.

The undergrowth will not grow up
Around them and hide them
Lost within a deeper tangle of green
Fading into a darkness
Too deep for any eye to resolve

Into something lurking deep within
With a man-made shape revealing
Some long-forgotten secret place
Hiding within, and tells us all

Some long-forgotten history
Of what once was before time
Taught us how to be forgetful
And not remember all these words.

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