When you begin to understand
it all dissipates, becomes obscure,
forgotten, and lost to time,
you see the fragile futility of
creating anything.
Monuments fall into ivy covered ruin,
icons die ignominious deaths,
shelves get dusty,
pages yellow,
pottery cracks,
sculptures corrode,
and painting fades.
Dances fall out of fashion,
and the classic is
reimagined and reworked
until it’s redefined
to new and undeserving critics.
Your legacy work, of all you ever were,
will be interred or scattered.
The body of work decomposes,
a rotting testament
to the vagaries and auguries
human attraction.
Until one day…
Beyond Panic 