After my sculpture in steotite.

When I shall go away, surely––I will remain.
Moving, yet keeping still, on my eternal way.
I shall traverse, lonesome, eons of space and time,
Though they don’t really exist, in the heavenly clime.

When I shall go away, I’ll keep you by my side,
Watching over your own, foolish illusion of life.
Imprisoned in a folly, a sheath of flesh and blood.
Searching for me, within you––my love at a divine flood.

When you grow old and wise you’ll learn that you and I,
Though divided by strange, absurd perception of time,
we were never apart. That since the world begun,
Your and my divine essence were always, truly One.

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