wasting

when enough time passes,
each of us fades.
the ripples of our actions,
get infinitesimally smaller.
the heirophant and the sycophant,
will praise or denounce our actions.
words we have spoken,
will not become common parlance
or enter the vernacular.
lives once bedlam,
become banjaxed and broken.
exponentially, the growth of the rain clouds
cover the smallest of tracks.
sesquipedalian words,
over and over and over.