Your body may be elsewhere
Long since living in the breeze
But here they placed your stone
In the city where you died
Having written your masterpiece
Which somehow every year grows
More necessary to acknowledge
If only for its resonant
Architecture of a clearer life
The key it leaves we've lost
For us to find under your stone
A map to the door that takes us
All the way back to heaven
And all the way through hell
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