But You

For the stylish ones

and their hangers-on,

death bangs the drum slowly

until they are gone.

Everyone who does badly

and all who do well

the world will be rid of

when Death rings the bell.

But you? No, not you –

never you, perfect love –

breath won’t abandon you,

Death will not shove

you where Death is resigned

to eject the mere mortal.

When the last of us vanishes

through that last portal

you’ll solely remain,

enchained by infinity.

What other fate

could await a divinity?

Eternally here.

Can’t fall off the shelf.

Can neither create

nor destroy Itself.

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