, and the Doodles on the radio
just before the power grids out
sing of the last rhino ringed.
The past is not enough to live on
to make ends meet.
The colony runs consistent lanes
running in opposite directions
like lines of ancient text
the queen home her future
near but never quite here.
Our ephemeral lives. A wanton existence sucking the life from all things with not a thought of replenishment.
There is no tomorrow!
B
Well but… tomorrow (the future) is always near, but never here. Indeed, there is no tomorrow, except in the abstract thought. There is only now, which is continually replenished! Yes?