Memory of Me

think of me when the ashes are above me both far and near think of me as being gone yet intimately close as a rising wick on a dark and gloomy day let my soul stand like the city's light post on when its subjects sleep and off when the sun overcompensates will i remember you? seek me and you'll rise me above waters and plains above the Earth's swallowing fever take me make it yours! keep it in your pocket.