flash

Tabula rasa
An ancient book, the parchment rotted away,
yet speaks of what it meant to
Then
be alive.
As we gaze upon the page, undecipherable in decay
A sudden
understanding like a
Flash of light
implodes imagination, showing
Now what
is no more, as we, too,
Wait
our fate's unfolding in the same
continuum to which all belong,
And
of its purpose one may guess but none can
See