Here in these electronic sands, a furtive glimpse
Of a moment in the threads of an ever shifting
Insensate world

Humans vanishing

In their own words
They were strange and wonderful
Splendid and vile

Insensitive to the loss
Of their inimitable gifts

Yet water will still carve its voice into the rock
And the wind is still the herald
For the unwitnessed
Final ‘glory’
To come

— August 2026 —