Timelessness without commodity
Seasons without change or night or day.

Tears and breath pass intermittent
Stillness, warm as a lover’s kiss.

Who am I when you pass from memory
When my days fade into mist?

When I’m buried, long forgotten,
Who will know I’ve gone away?

Stone and etching rendered faceless
And the stars no longer burn.

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