Eternity and all its glory

The end of me will not be
a trail of numbers capped,
nor an equation solved and lost,
but the lasting impression of stones
sculpted and reborn in your hands,
immortality the unquenchable thirst
of creativity unpolished and unfiltered
in the innocence of imagination, and
in every stone
or turned
or broken
or titled
either in truth or spirit
I’ll know my calculation will be
as endless as the stars
blinking and flashing
in and out
of thought.



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