We can’t write ourselves into eternal life
and that is the sorrow and waste of writing,
but those who would write in this knowledge
have found a subterfuge by which to let
themselves be prompted, in Heady confidence
of meaning: the wealth of self
spread among the readers who themselves
will read for reasons of earth:
that they have been witness
to their birth, growth and death
and shared the earth with earth.
Witness
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