do I contain, do I withhold
unto dust, from dust I’m told
light’s sake, to be seen
the make, the mene
the matter
the purpose, the point
to assume your worth
in death
as light, is birth
to all you’ve ever known
make no mistake
as surely as the dust
is dancing
I was here
and you contain, for a time
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very interesting, nice use of staccato rythm
Thank you