A Timely Knowledge

Apocalypse was not what it was promised to be:
The fires burnt out; the ice melted—so what was left
Was a great stillness no language could reach,

Nothing to distill it, which was the most still
Of all the things. No matter. There was none.
There was no matter, none. There was none

No matter what. No matter which or how we spoke it.
No matter how we spoke of things. They were still
Not ending. Only the record was, of them, despite us.

And so we paced there, after. And so after
We paced there, and having paced so, after,
We stopped our speaking and the end came naturally.