The Lost Lines And The Lost Pages

THE LOST LINES AND THE LOST PAGES LEAVE NO TRACE The lost lines and the lost pages leave no trace There is no way to recovery It is a one – way journey after all Those who had hoped to live forever by recording all that they have ever done Have been painfully surprised by the disappearance of the universe That Asteroid that landed in the heart of all we are Or perhaps that chain of violence in which our own Ugliness did us in Or perhaps some other manufactured artificial virus Or who knows what and why There is simply too much future Time Not to die at some point in it The lost lines and lost pages are small and insignificant We are in all we are also Small and insignificant Why God made us and what God really does We will never truly understand Small is all and we are smaller even than the smallest part of any thing Nothing is and nothing was and nothing will be Only now in the silence As I anguished write this Not believing wholly a word I have said I wonder again why God made me And if and how and what and why and where We are all just not anything real or good or true or beautiful or love.