paper trails

we comprise each day
in the form of faces
and blood
and languages
that we may
or may never understand.

we lay them down
on sheets
of loose leaf paper,
and consider each piece the sum
of one day,

we stack them by date
and consider the results
collateral.

day by day
the pile grows
faster,
reaching for an end,
a conclusion
in the form of ceilings.

the process leads to a blurr
in repetition,
until
the facts become the wind
that knock the stacks of paper
into the fragments
of oblivion.