(A record of what was done, and what will be always done)

The meeting began before memory,
and has not yet adjourned.

Today we discussed a motion
to discuss a motion.

The walls are lined with curtains.
Behind them:
more curtains.

We are assured something waits
beyond the next decision.

We convene each dawn
to reaffirm our intent,
to soon determine intent.

The quorum is always met.
The quorum is always quiet.

One delegate coughed once.

It was entered into record.

The vote to pardon him
was unanimous

pending interpretation.

The scribes have perfected
the art of transcribing silence.

Their ink is made from waiting.
Their script:

impeccable
indecipherable,
beloved,

by something.

A motion was raised
to consider the colour of silence.

The committee concluded
it was plum.

Or possibly dust.

The room darkened as they wrote.
A compromise was filed.

None oppose such progress.
We cherish ambition.

so long as it does not arrive
unexpectedly.

We are not built for surprise.
We are not built to move.

A statue was commissioned
to honour our capacity
for reflection.

It depicts nothing in particular.

But sometimes it closer
than before.

The unveiling is scheduled for
after consensus.

We remain
We always remain.

This is the motion.
This is the stillness.
This is the law.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 986 AF.