Poetry

Sunday Stew: Count All

Editor

by Gui Jean-Paul Chevalier

All here,

Without-beside locked walls,

Within, at barricade heart,

All absent matter.

A flash out of sight will stand on blocks of rusty time

Multitude risen, like the burns of scraped collective

Behave not to stand but watch,

Exist not to guard the evidence of counted year.

To justify memory,

We won't attend stagnant presence: All here, in with, to build

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