words

Your words dissipate and move away with the wind;
I carve mine in rock,
Burn them into the face of the moon
And encode them in the current of my DNA

Still; nothing is forever,
And these timid atmospheres retract at your reproach
In the death rattle of this terrible year

October gives way to cold depression,
Endless assaults on the psyche
And your careless dismissal of my presence
Only adds to this introspective disease

Still; nothing is forever,
And my words hang around even in the shadow of your shunning,
Protracted, loud,
Powerful in their pronouncement of my worth,
Affirmations,
Truths of this indelible being.

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