Within
every passing
moment of silence
eternity remains frozen
surrendered to a silent dream
forever a lasting infinity lost in the
silhouettes of stars, whispering out to
the heavens. The chill of breath, the way
elapsed; burnt of the sun now nothing
exists … as in the circling of embers
filling the remaining footprints
to be found at some future's
rest, preserved in stone …
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