Someday I will be long dead
And someone will think of me
They will be no one I can hear
They will be no one I can see
In this time I shall feel nothing
Existing only in memory
May I exist as hope
In this future mental interaction
May I exist as love
Despite my corporeal retraction
May you feel me rise through you mind
A wave redirected by refraction
Through life’s tangled mass of possibilities
Pointing to a bright new direction
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020
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