"They win"
Words from somewhere
Echo through the quiet night
Ring true, they do of
Corrosive hours
Small betrayals
the slow sad pageant of days
Months
Moon wax and wane
Pain lingers
If only true for this voyager
Still
Ought not
Respect and honor be fashioned in the empty space?
Again, and again
Words
Fail.
Fail
Fail...
across from her
as in a far galaxy
Where once understanding glimmered
Wisdom a gentle dew
Now
A look blank of all but the
Speeding hour
Bent-head
Shoulder-bowed
In the desert
She knows now
To learn to bear
Weary
Truly alone
This one thing
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