Eulogy

Buried in ideas
A funeral for humanity
How they mourn for her
And neglect her

I see her
A book empty of words
Full of virtuous presence
So simple, so whole

I feel her
Surrounded yet untouched
Blossomed in a withering garden
How beautiful, how pure

Another day, another word
They dress her tomb in flora
As she sleeps beneath
Waiting to no longer dream

I see her
A book empty of words
Full of virtuous presence
So simple, so whole

I feel her
Surrounded yet untouched
Blossomed in a withering garden
How beautiful, how pure