Unique thing to see

And, yes, time is going
year by year
up to all the seconds
have been gone
as diligent ants
in their little tracks

And seconds are not so straight
they round and round of
And atoms are not so real
they have some no stuffness

And then
No more than anything now
No crazy people around
No beautiful crimes or sounds
No tiny particles of whatever thing
just and only darkness

Hard language

This is a rude language
That's another one
No one soft enough to support
the last word
to be said

But it will be there
alone and silent
not to be said
not to be seen
not to be knew
but to be