Wednesday, September 8, 2021

After the New Moon

The furnishings come to life
When we are no longer dead.

They don't say they are not us
Any more, but what they are.

We hear them now at least, all
The sounds we now know are there.

The words that blew through the air
Have vanished like sudden winds.

It was only a judgement 
Of things that didn't exist,

What our minds wanted to fear,
A world that's merely human.