Immortality: Poetry

the only constant
of Life
In the face of this
paradoxical certainty,
we spend days
thinking of our impact
on the world
Our immortal heroes
are merely the ones time
has not fully forgotten
Gigantic capering stories
of people and places both
real and imagined
Set fast into parchment
and stone and wood
So that we may know
they existed
Immortality is
the realm of Thoth:
He only held the secrets
of passing in between
the Veil
So scribes and artists
and high priests
were often the same,
presiding over
the Death of Life,
then reconfiguring it
onto Eternity forever.

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