Nameless

I Will Leave You to My Effigy

 I will leave you to my effigy.

Amongst the moss covered stones-

And expired playwrites-

I, Alive and well,

but still you slight-

I will leave you to my effigy.

 

I wonder what will become of me-

If I leave you to my effigy.

A most omniscient one-

Yet how could that be?

I do not know you, nor you, me.

Would you leave me to your effigy?

 

Of course not.

We are strangers alike.

Though there is no difference

A god or stranger-

For no knowledge can make them see-

As I see-

So ill leave you to my effigy.

 

 

 

 



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