your ossuary stands
on the most prominent
of vivisected stems
the hem of intersected threads
the stead of temporary dreads

it is the contact between
the fruits of all your deeds
and the lives you've lead unseen
a riddle in the dreams you've left
beneath
below what ego buries deep

its verisimilitude in a lie
an exemplary visage
of the ties that bind
this place that we call
Setenance