Entombed in a cardboard box
Lost in the grunt hoard
Sent to tropical Siberia in mineral state
Inundated with dry eternity
Soaking up time like focaccia drinks olive oil
Beyond contradiction, unity
Part of everything, nothing
Essential still, everywhere
Teaching from graveless earns un -urned
Maybe a feather, stone, tree heart could keep company with your legacy
Maybe family will heed your will
Among a river, part of soil, anywhere other than a holding pattern purgatory
Clouds trapped usually vent
Blow the lid off the oppressive doily resting on the tea saucer longing for
sunlight birds worms commemoration
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