I live amid order.
\nSanitary floors.
\nWashed windows.
\nVanilla walls.
\nHouses,
\nwhere stone accumulate,
\nare torn down
\nwhen their purpose is over.<\/p>\n
And the stories disappear.
\nMemory fades.
\nWe become an antique presence
\nwhere we lived.
\nAn artifact,
\nas a rock
\naround which tides swirl
\nin relentless time,
\nuntil we are washed away.<\/p>\n
We did not change.
\nWe liquidated.
\nPlanted no seed,
\nno reply to destiny.
\nIn our wake
\nan empty theater with no survivors,
\nno hand to turn off the lights
\nand honor the dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I live amid order. Sanitary floors. Washed windows. Vanilla walls. Houses, where stone accumulate, are torn down when their purpose is over. And the stories…<\/p>\n