no fame, no claim, no name
who shall we say is calling?
*I am a man of
no fame, no claim, no name,
an average sinner, absent glory*
a few seconds of rustling bustle.
did you ever write poetry?
*once. but everything of earthly substance,
destined to fade into the ignominy of forgotten
vaults, where time takes it time and erodes all
into dust.*
here, every word preserved. there is no time
in the dominion of creators, and you friend
are numbered in their midst, enshrined in many
hearts and eyes, ***and with every reading, each
reimagination, you are a reincarnated being***.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
no fame, no claim, no name
who shall we say is calling?
*I am a man of
no fame, no claim, no name,
an average sinner, absent glory*
a few seconds of rustling bustle.
did you ever write poetry?
*once. but everything of earthly substance,
destined to fade into the ignominy of forgotten
vaults, where time takes it time and erodes all
into dust.*
here, every word preserved. there is no time
in the dominion of creators, and you friend
are numbered in their midst, enshrined in many
hearts and eyes, ***and with every reading, each
reimagination, you are a reincarnated being***.
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