Existences...

with or without
words, even when all those
who record
the annals of history
disappear from view
everything turning
to dust
air sucked by the black
holes of this universe
even when
no one sees and says
what we have
or once
existence will always
be there
independent of the
talker
it was there
we were not there
anymore

the ruins you know
shall always speak
for themselves
even when we are gone
forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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