living in the information age immortalized
in text and picture published to persistent page
world wide web or woodpulp hacked burned and oxidized
or rotted overgrown with mold and teeming with new lives
meantime, pored over by eyes that lay upon the page
sequences of words in sentences stamp minds and leave them changed
and thus the ghost of me is born even as my body draws breath
and the ghost grows into its own soul for decades past my death
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