Dematerialise

A thousand memories fade
A crescendo drifts into decay
Each revolutionon the clock a deconstruction
Replaced by prosaic certainty

Etched into stone
A name, not lost but forgotten
A generation will remember
But time will fade the memory

What am I?
The frames I fill? The name I leave?
Cast my learnings in ink?
Pages turn, but for how long?

Etched into stone
A name, not lost but forgotten
A generation will remember
But time will fade the memory

What have we to offer?
But immediacy, recounted tales of lore

Where provenance is lost
Vanity's wretched hold distorts the detail

To touch the heart beyond our reach
A distant memory to those you seek

Painstakingly scribe your name
But legacy is lost with the passing of time

There is no malice in our ambition
Present now in riches, our heritage wanes