The Knowing

Long before me, the world was, and long after me, the world will still be...

Scream screens poem by Judas1

On screens, magazines and all staged scenes, shrill shrieking all attention seeking: the world keeps turning and the world keeps talking until the end of my discourse.

And then the world turns tricks no more, for I'm no longer witness. Perhaps the world was never, was it really ever?

The sun will glow, the rivers flow, the trees grow and the wind blow, but the world we know shall go, leaving no trace of our place.

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