Epitaph

In this place

Lost to all sights and significance

Dormant are the blissful accessories

Of light and sound,

Devoid of all its transcendental majesty

An avalanche is breached, we get a glimpse within

Its systems, its programs, its flowchart of organizational wisdom

But a tale is never spun

Not a single story is ever told

Leaving the observing with a hollow, breaking sound

Much has been courted with

Elements and conjugation of principles

Symbolic restitution of decades old relevance

Blaspheme do the historians commit

Unearthing a cacophony of the non-relational

The inappropriate congregations between valley and peak

Brilliance is the sculptor

God Particle firmly in hand

A canvass without boundary

Paradise of disenfranchised wasteland

And this I suppose is where we reach that peculiar, self inflicting wound

The peculiarity of the Poet inscribing the words for rest upon his burial tomb,

It is a place where solemn contemplation and deep seeded wisdom freely devour, decidedly roam

Enchanted were the primers, who sacrificed their well being for the benefit of strangers to arrive

Non predictable centuries since he lay long since cold,

The truest of poet needs to share, despite his ripping desire to withhold,

For this man, and perhaps this man alone,

Carve he would that single piece, his song he withheld

Yet so much it needed to be heard,

So upon his sarcophagus he would construct,

In this place, this stone shall, once and for all eternity,

Preserve the outline of the man he truly was,

Instead of laying the foundation,

Predicating the groundwork for a coda,

So superior to anything ever he had penned,

 Instead, listen he would, to the heart strings tugging at quivered hands,

Bleeding sweetly, each motion he could command,

 Upon this easel whose sole significance

Will be to mark a final resting place,

 Each scratch he chiseled fresh

 Could be the last etching from his flesh,

So in conclusion he simply wrote:

I pray this all does end with me, with little praise, without abuse,

 And pray I do, this stone consumes each word I’ve ever used