More that has been known
As been lost
Than can ever be learned again
In a million epochs
Blank page
Crumpled and thrown in a corner
Filled with jaunty angled thoughts
To amuse, entertain or distract
A narrative
Comedy
Tragedy
Left blank
Or burned
Lost beneath centuries of doubt
Fear paints strange brush strokes
Age falls on us quietly
A comfortable assassin
Keys lost and rusted
Gleaming in an unknown world
More determined search needed
Answers not forthcoming
More given then can be believed
But not at our bidding
Coming and going
Like the tide
