into a chasm of names

   not selected/random

but at the appointed time saved

   to live forever

although all of us alive –


   by a signal lit upon the sky:

      a great blitz of seats

reserved to hold hands

   falling into a minute that seemed like a century

ready to leave

   although I would fail to say good-bye

and would be missed and miss-ng

            a temporary monument

these temples I wrote of

now silenced as trucks crashed

         into our last defence and all the eyes

could not devour in one sitting the sight

         of so many;

you can still find me though I am missing

         in a chasm of something.

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