I depart in peace
in Athens blueprint
I take my place with the
ancient warriors, my blood
is a comfort for their colonies
My skull is the drum stick
that gives good music for their
sorrowful feel
My tears, the vast water
they bury their feet in
The strength that flourish
in old age, has been melted with
the gate of eternity
The bridge of mortality
collapse, as my feet is but
an infant leap
Awake me risen,
O wise Heavenly crowd
A mere young man hearken to thee
whose life is but a page, written
with sand and the mid day light
Make my seat, fastened with nazarene
steel, make my lips lost in thy ceremony
I would be gone, and my memories
remain one still
MO.
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