The Book of Life
Wherein this life I do my thoughts rehearse
Therein is found my unique chapter and verse
This finite earth may be my physical home
In spirit I live within this timeless tome
As tired faculties begin to ebb with age
My legacy will still live upon the page
Dispelling my moments of deep,dying gloom
The welcoming web nurses my verse volume
Let it then clear and stark become my epitaph
So that my poems stand as my autograph.
What emerges from reading between the lines?
The splitting of the physical from the divine.
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