all moments move so
the memories go by--
i remember all things
no more.
new moments are borne when the soul expires
and crave more to build
an ego-- resold, unborn, made whole.
knowledge is death
and we seek to know--
finite blessings
not unseen
and mourned.
no coward knows death
that makes his own grave,
and envy in passion
is born.
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