The negotiators have gone silent
Now only ink need be applied
Like blood covering sin’s demise
Hard to believe a tree ceased to exist
For this paper and blank space between lines
A man’s signature, proof he’s still alive
Placed soberly where instructed
For Time has spoken, exhausted, a sigh
Documentation of a quarter century past
Now summed up with letters in black
The stamp of approval is loud when it lands
When the seal of authority is in human hands
Then an awkward silence as one stands
In that space of what was and what will be
Poised reality
No longer yours, and you, mine
~2011 Vaughn Wood
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