an ocean
of inquiries, curious inspections, questions
swelling
since that primordial day of light
when our minds first opened their eyes
will,
one day,
not long after we have perished,
begin
to evaporate and along its bottom
will lie
among other things: the particle accelerators, the telescopes, and the books;
books galore
full of now orphaned answers
and
in one of those books,
one of poetry,
one may find
this poem
therein
