Eyes that cannot close,
Do not always see
For behind each blink
Forms a memory,
And she makes none.
Her stone drapes,
Fold heavy,
As sunken shadows
Embrace gravity,
Woebegone.
Deep loss
Is not solely felt
By those who remain
and remember,
The resilient ones,
Frozen awake
The benighted
Passively surrender
And dead stare,
with silenced tongues.
About the author
Artist and activist, writer and creative conservationist, Asher Jay, uses ground-breaking design, multimedia arts, literature and lectures to inspire action and promote change. All her work is anchored by the deep commitment she harbours toward the realisation of a collective future. Visit her website and tweet her @EarthHeiress
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