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A tear would not become you world
It would not speak of what you have lost
In passing it was only your greatness
And you cannot weep for which you knew not

Such merit will not reveal itself
In the glass ball reflection of your fanatical smiles
But lay in the parched throat of maybe
And dissipate on your insatiable tongue

I can no longer hold you to the embrace of my heart
Though you know it not
As still you seek the hungry fist
To clench tight and grasp the illusive shadows
Of a dream you once had
As it falls in molten petals, dry and cold
The tears you weep
Will not become your world
But a spectre only of the hope you had

Your eternal reflection in the mirror of infinity
Was something you never touched
You fell silent, dumb and sightless
To the atoms of dust you were made of

And that lingering premise of unspoken love
The rage and passion your pretence of
Lays upon the untilled earth
Untended, un-watered of desert seed
The sand which has become your blood
Has become you unwept
And no salutation to your greatness
But a whispered hint of the potential you had

A day of mourning amidst the stars
The epitaph of darkness
Speaks of all you had and lost
Memorial in the silence