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But now he sleeps without end
His potential buried forever
Now the moss and the grass
Flowers the dreams of what
His life would have been
Better maybe than some fates
The dew will simply blanket
Darkness, his soul will retreat
Maybe one day to take form again
And he will seek a confident profile
And his goal will bewilder him
And his beautiful body will carry
The tiger-thirst of the multitudes
And he will play his role
Below the stars like an actor
And the horse-clouds will see him
And the groups of silence
In the corners of the Earth
Will whisper of him
Like Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus
Or Kalki whoever, it goes on
A lament for what a man stood for
A symbol for what truths can mean
Across generations; a philosopher,
A poet, a prophet, an innovator
Because, tomorrow’s love does not wait
Evolution does not falter
Her veins of coral are never mute
But flow with the pride of genius itself.
Wuji Seshat 