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Here is the Shell

Jan. 13, 2020, noon

Here is the shell.

Bones before the gaze.

Flesh devoid of spirit.

Yet it lays as if alive.

Flush the cheecks.

Do the hair.

It prepares more than I.

Yet it lays as a memory.

The person long left behind.

Death creeping in the corners.

Nothing here is left.

Yet it lays as a thought.

For we will never die.

As long as name is spoken.

The spirit will never die.

Yet it will be spoken.

That we learned something here.

The mind's time is fleeting,

so experience all you can.