JanPoWriMo 16

The shock of wondering 
What our ghosts leave behind
When we move on
Into a distant closeness

All the pieces scattered whole
Across counterfeit verisimilitude
The picture outside the frame
Tends to reliable uncertainty

Knowing this world is ending
While delaying the new one
Being born fully grown
Into our forgotten memories

What will we say after this
What light breaks through walls
Through permanent glass
The silence of all this noise

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher