Rock salt sky (Day 1453)

we are not the elders of our past   

nor the translucent children 

of our tenuous future  

eyeing the rock salt sky   attending 

to the ceaseless hum of duty 

the pervasive chill of isolation   

bearing our invitation   arms   

clutching questions   more than 

can be comfortably carried 

to those ancestors   so familiar   

so alien   whose savagery 

is exceeded only by our own   

whose surprise we cherish   

whose flat gray disdain 

we are incapable of imagining 

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