A place that is placelessness,
Being crossed by a temporary road.
Watch the master change his work upon the canvas;
Every stroke will endure what no longer exists.
Witness the snow-capped mountain change into a waterfall of earth.
Expel the frantic words of console,
Not all the pieces are found.
Let the artist portray his work,
To the audience of the dead.
Honor Seay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-against-hope-3/
