~

A thousand years from now, or more,
when this land hosts nothing but new evolution,
[a new breed, a new world, a new revolution]
my prayer for the memory of us is such.
That, somewhere, tucked tight on a dusty shelf,
we live textually on, you and myself.
That our story be one to be told and retold 
upon the yellowing pages in a well worn book
stained with envious tears of all who have looked

j