dead eyes fixed upon the east,
so keen to catch another glimpse
the creases in your robes collecting snow
but the sun will never dawn for you
encased in bronze with all you know
condensed into a monumental stone
a statue in a square the birds nest upon your hair
and use your hollow volume as a hiding place for seed
but will you ever rest again, with all the world speaking your name?
do you tire to live on eternally
and small we are
so blame we must
invent the gods
to punish us
we fear the flame
we fear the void
we fear to lose
our name & noise
and who am i to proclaim
anything i'm but name
pinned to the collar of a shirt
a momentary bloom, a single thread upon a loom
a flag atop a mound of dirt
...
but matter cannot be destroyed
only transformed
exchanged like coins
so go acquaint yourself with the dust
you'll one day find yourself
amongst
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