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A failed body
Thus interred
Into a vault of carven stone
Sheltered from
Wind, rain, and snow
Softly, to return
To earth
 
What then
When stone itself
Should crack
And falter?
 
What then
When trees and mountains
Are all laid low
By Time and her relentless march?
 
What then
When sky above and earth below
Return, themselves
To dust
Swirling in the stars
Becoming bright themselves
Brighter than the heavens
Then dimming, dark
Floating, endlessly
In the endless night?
 
What then
When even Time
Is laid to rest
And every moment
Becomes a moment passed
And even ends
Are ended?
 
If the vault should fail
All things will, too
So, no matter, then