sarcophagus

it went up in smoke
but no one saw a thing,
or heard the noise,
or felt the trepidation,
but the traces of it grew,
and grew,
steadily trapping our hands
and feet, and heartbeats
in thick layers of unforgetfulness,
to be buried only
by time

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