• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 05


both history and the yet-to-be
stand silhouetted on the edge of time--
but you remain as you are--
a mirror stilled, filled,

silhouetted on the edge of time
as each moment dissolves,
leaving the bones of the passing hours—

you remain as you are,
dazzled by what appears to be beyond
the reach of decay or death—

a mirror stilled, filled
with the ancient dust of forgotten days--
as if the ephemeral were elemental