IN THE RUBBLE OF TIME
Could hidden answer be found
in directive of wind and rain?
Is the momentum lost in illusion,
Possibilities now in refrain?
Are these faces in sand and stone
Geometry of a hidden science?
Our memory now faded
Offers no reliance.
Is there simplicity in the circle
And hope in the curve and line?
Would it manifest our root
Now mutant of this complexity entwined.
Artifacts in the rubble
Truths to withstand time
The curve will change direction
And change will circumvent the line.
We are not mere faces
Fading in the wind
We're from the futures past
And our truth it shall also lend.
- Blanche McLanahan