Epitaph

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I lie in the cool comfortable soil

With my breath still and quite

I finally get to rest

Forever free from my toil

I can feel the larvae tickle from within

While I become a part of the humus

I have the roots of the acacia consume me

And live and die with the plant kingdom again and again

I am carried by the winds

And adrift in the sea

I am purified by flame

With each adventure returning me to my beginning, and my end

I observe the four seasons as if they were nothing

And I am beyond love, hate, and greed

I am even beyond memory

For I am truly unending