Do they truly rest in peace? I wonder…
As i walk upon the lives once lived
now lost beyond this universal understanding
Nothing is truly set in stone
Besides the words in which I read-grave stares surround me-
emptiness
A name-I wonder...
their stories?
Their stories...
of love-of hate-
And there I look
Below me
Are the words in which i seek to read for myself
A box of emptiness yet full
Of notes
Dirtied by sublime-
From the underground

He speaks
To us-