Who We Are

Unlike most mortals,
the souls of my species
do not grow
progressively more closed
with age

Our centers
neither shrink
nor harden

Our views
do not narrow

On the contrary,

Our cores explode

Our hearts hang open

We give ourselves away

And thus our accomplishments,
like so many splintered shards of identity,
fly outward and scatter

forever irrecoverable...

forever donated to the void...





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