The clock grows muffled
with each passing hour
time tilted in uneven speed
the world remains
with vast change
unimaginable to us as we lived through the thick of it
the floors echo silence
of a voice that no longer speaks
and names are cast about in vain
without thought for the consequence
all that is unseen
can still see us
through fading time
and a darkly lit space – Caroline A. Slee