All That Remains Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
All That Remains
Nights uncork their stars.
Fireflies foam in the sea.
Words stumble towards themselves:
knowledge is virtue.
Hearts unsyllable their light.
Joy uttering itself
burns out the years between
the empty eye and the night.
We tunnel out of time.
Are spun in light.
Shake our
selves free in the shade.
When the shimmer
is gone in the frayed
wind, words human
and shared are all that remain.
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