…the emptiness at the end of
history listen you without vision you can still
hear it there is
nothing it is the voice with the praises
that never changed that called to the unsatisfied
as long as there was
time
whatever it could have said of you is already forgotten
Sunday Sayings: Merwin’s poem “For the grave of posterity” paired with my photo of a wall of torn posters blowing in the wind
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