Eulogy

Visiting memories from decades past,
I find callow corpses, each a likeness of another,
Each one fertilizer for the man I’ve become,
Each one laid to rest with blossoms of fresh vision.
I don’t bother wishing to live 1000 years,
For in my life-immense a stranger I’m creating.

-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to “BOOK III Song of Myself”)