No
words for years
decades,
no statement
no
explanation the texts
left
behind for years
decades,
destroyed, buried
transmitted
by mouth
imperfectly,
parts omitted
forgotten,
seeping
into
the ground,
spilled
blood.
The
winds blows foe years,
decades,
eons, the texts
forgotten,
a few locked
in
cupboards and chests,
covered
with dust, waiting
for
light.
One
day
the
sun rises.
