More than death - an eternal repose,
You are forgotten
You are a cancelled note
And you do not belong
To where the diamonds are;
You are a machine sent
To abeyance
And you are more than just dead.
You are alive
In this death.
We can all
Slumber sound, tonight -
Even in the somnolent mornings.
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