To Soil
To Soil.
In a few years, precious few, in the
irrelevancy of time,
The grave will reach out and find us
wherever we are.
Encompassing our body and soul,
our mind dead to its reality.
Our body so embraced in its
soil from our toil.
Our spirit well in its great beyond
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