Kit Kelen #700 - come to rest

700

come to rest

we're rounded with it

like ghosts through glass

beyond ourselves

dropped into this chair

for ponder

then the dream took on

trees taken aback

survivors higher

it's the future with us

who can predict?

a sky

we're well washed again

so culpable for all

a sun will shine

straight through us

breeze drops

that same sun declines

moon droops over its stumbling prey

we can have ice cream

whenever we want

we won't have to weep for them

shouldn't should

all that was shines through us now

without that light what would be seen?

what will they know of how we enabled?

of what we merely let?

we ourselves ask who we are

ours are the names to forget

so day set out

with its cloak of words

sacred it is to simply be

tasked with just this here

the all to do

as we have been

build and the rest will come