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Lord Earth

My pen aligns you with my mind.
Such a maddening and transcendent art.
Still, I'm aware that all of my miseries.
Only exist within my heart.

For, if I died tomorrow.
The Earth would spin just fine.
And within a few mortal brains.
Lies my memory, still alive.

The Earth, however, won't remember.
Anything about my life.
And within the smoldering crust.
Lies a memory that had died.

A man dies in an avalanche.
Attempting to ascend.
His pride forever thwarted.
The planet wins again.

And though you die in agony.
And though you die in fear.
When you feel mortality fade.
The planet sheds no tears.

Few will certainly weep.
At the news of my demise.
But beneath the vastest landscapes.
Lies a memory left behind.

poem by Aaron Lynn
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