Only the stone
And perhaps some words
Which may yet outlive the stone
From electrons dancing on copper
Then pen to paper
And now perhaps
To electrons dancing on silicon
A record for eternity
As comfortable as I am
With the window
And its pretty scene
Offering distraction
As respite
It occurs to me
Pass through the window
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls
Until they are taller
Than I
Until they are taller
Than trees
Until they are taller
Than mountains
Not to prove
That I am bigger
But in homage
To what is bigger
Than I
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Once
Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable
Now
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent
Pix to Words 