I feel not wind
Nor rain
Nor shine of sun
I gaze unseeing at the crescent moon
And how I wonder
The spiders crawling over me
How I loved them so
The wind blows my hair
As it blows the dust
Smooth and grey
Like a traveling river stone
Rotten as a peach
Bursting from the worms and bile within
I was awake all this time
I saw nothing
I felt nothing
And now as I sleep with open eyes
How I wonder
Becoming one with dust
In ash and flesh
Golden flames tasting me
Boiling fat and acid
Still staring up at the moon
A ridiculous grin plaguing my jaw
Now kept in a jar
On your shelf for all to see
Just a pile of dust
As was I ever
And how I wonder
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