Those monuments raised to the sun,
As deadened life seeps from the head,
And patterns on cement do run.
The dead leave all their baggage,
To be limitless and clear,
Then to the dust, eternal marriage,
Breaks their chains of mortal fear.
Beyond all fleeting purpose,
And shrouded in time’s mystery,
Their souls slip through the surface,
And tred into infinity.
A blankness in their eyes,
Allows these ancient stones to crumble,
‘Til they’ve shed their old disguise,
And with a peaceful voice do mumble,
That the stars have never been so bright,
As on this path beyond the wall,
That they’ve gazed into the light,
And swim the silence in us all.
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