elements of discourse

a map that tells no story that we know
over the flags of nations never born
reality of its grizzled locks is shorn
nobody reaps the crops that they sow
the changing moments are never slow
but seem to us abandoned and forlorn
papers come to us clean and untorn
those things that happen let us grow
older in our minds not in each face
here there's no wisdom left to chide
the ones who question all that's new
none can sense the completion of space
in the broad universe no one can hide
there's deepest black behind the blue