No permanent care
No permanent season
No permanent stare
A moment's long standing
In memory afar
The future of oneself
Looks longingly on
Impossible pleading
For permanence fails
No legacy lingers
Past what books insist do
No feeling or cleaning
Stays dutiful to
The one who was feeling
Or doing the cleaning
It is futile but true.
-Eve Is One
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