Zywa
Softer and sweeter
I have carved thousands of photos
of my life in stone
without my name
let alone gilded
in chiseled capitals
Photos for strangers
who dont live'yet
I have counted and weighed them
their balance is nothing
flat
I ripened, I am softer
and sweeter now
not who I have been
not what remains hard
as if it still exists
With all my experiences
I swaddled myself
in the stone folds
to decay there
and be forgotten
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