Moving on

Moment to moment girl, no layer of shade, Nothing sinister, morose, just placid living Of these months sojourn there are photos On a website, which you will bring up and say, "This was Liam, this was Paul," Bright cheeked youth, pushing out the doubt Light from our faces brushing an American wall There are none of me and so no evidence And with nothing to prompt, I will die Overlaid with others flicking faces How we spend the running minutes Whether we fill them with light or shade I fear is important, tallies somewhere far off -

Black mound or heavenly riches Your kernel store will be light and brief. We set our own limits, with all we know Marking out the trodden places Feeling the keel of our landing craft, Will it be good earth or bad to grow?