searching for clues

As I look to the future
a spider’s web hangs from a beam
a few husks of flies
entangled
layers of dead lies
frozen words
left from a fire sale
of ancient wisdom

Wind-blown
then rain-torn
then desiccated
in its sunless corner.

A web of words
printed, unprinted,
whispered, unsaid,
cascading from generation
to generation

A peal distant thunder
almost inaudible,
as we search for a truth
among the tall tales
tying us to the guilty past

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