For Michael
So let dust sleep
For it was all we were before the flame
Had brazen a pot for the potter's fame
Held together rivets of dream
Nothing left now, mere form
For the feeding of miry worm
And the memory bright with esteem
And these too shall past
Like a drip in the vast
Domain of clay
From stars to the roots of hay
So let dust sleep
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