Engagement
not a dim voice in the back of your head
not wisdom and words from those who are dead
not just some long forgotten equation
not a bandage over an abrasion
not a blessing bestowed on the masses
not sweet talk meant for much sweeter lasses
not idle chatter in small sleepy towns
not the sounds of footsteps making their rounds
not thunder and lightning rolling on high
not the sound of a small child asking why
random unhurried changing arrangements
the constant flow of human engagements
momentary matters none of which last
all become echoes of that which is past
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