Beacons

If the beacons fell
What beacons we know little of
But love to tell
What beacons which scry so spry
As to pass our senses by
And appear instead
By brilliance of phrame

If our touch of far died
in the ephemeral all-collide
Of Icarus and flame
In the martyr of a saint
Whose digitization knows
No holier a name

Then where do we mark
Our days?
Would they remember
Through this fog of former ways?
How to flow and go and test
Through this fog of former haze?

Would i remember to collect
The succinction sussurums
That blare the walls of my eyes
But which i once only repurposed
And left in mind to die

Would we remember stories
That don't take much
That speak close
Whisper close
So small
Love

Can people pluck themselves
From living in the waves
And tastes so new
To have forgotten grains?
People pluck faster now
A perilous disaster arrives
Strive people strive!
I believe
But i feel them yet scream
In the wakeful braize
of leaving beacons behind