June 3, 2002

  • Stars, I have seen them fall, and dwindle, and die.
    And buildings, sphinxes, and babels, too.
    And men therein or even without.
    But words here live on never to expire.
    Yet slide away like viruses encrypting
    towards an unknown senescence,
    awaiting the unlikely pang of rebirth
    in some future child’s eye.

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