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