If in your lifetime no one understands you,
believes you, or loves you
as I do–
If every word you echo fades to silence,
meaningless to anyone who glances;
in and out like water,
and you die–
If even to my like-minded brothers,
lost inside their own echoes,
locked in dusty boxes on their mantle;
you’re invisible, irrelevant to them–
Even if you’re dying as you’re born;
Still, inside my body
as I write–
You still create a universe in me…
Expanding and alive between the ashes.
Dead Poetry
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