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Bury me deep
in the juicy,
worm thick soil
on a night
when the world
thunders and crashes.

Bury me deep
on a night
when old gods
whistle tiredly
in startled secession
to Greater Things.

Promise me
you’ll run
to cast what’s left of me
into that pond, into that ocean,
into that living, sweltering sea
of seeking minds.

Promise me
you’ll return
with heaping bags
filled to the brim
with the bright bones of fishes
and place them all atop my grave.

Promise me this,
nothing more,
and when the time comes
let the world know:

It was my words that captured them.

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