I Am Still Here

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It is likely no one will collect my things

or retell my history

when I am dead.

Untold stories retire with their host,

and there is no one younger with the fire of a bloodline

to give a damn about mine.

Vanishing is unfathomable.

I grieve my own exit.

How do things go on without my eyes to find the narrative?

So I tell my stories,

collect them up inside the minds of strangers,

and bury my own relics, my atom children,

my tiny stakes to claim:

I Am Still Here.