Epitaph

Do not write what I have sung, rather write
what I have seen. For that you will need my eyes.
Take these words, may they serve you well. May they be
the eager vowels and bold consonants that show
such complete disregard for the fine blue lines that guide
your hand as you write your own name upon the cobblestones
and the delicate roots of your tree. These words?
Life. Alive. Live. They are the puzzle that make one
word for all your eternities.

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