Thursday, September 23, 2004

resurrect

millions of years come tumbling down
as this building
I built down below
touches ground
for each memory that dies
there's one in the crowd
I cry by my work
where I once sat proud
These ashes to dirt
look to me with no shame
thoughts forget nor remember
nor attempt to disclaim
but these once grand thoughts
now stand alone
for, no more are there minds
for them to call home

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