On your shoulders rest
All you can't forget
Each morning a birthday
Each night a new grave
How what's going on
On the outside relates
To what's happening
On the inside or doesn't
Sorting through the perishable
And the imperishable parts
Of yourself spring cleaning
I wonder about the Egyptians
Who tried to take so many objects
With them for the journey
Isis weeping behind her veil
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