Mild mannered mystery
Consuming oral histories
Indulgent like such propheciesz
Of those who came before me
Egos tethered; perched like stone
Vast and noble reach the throne
Hold tight just like you've never known
Your finely tuned ancestry
Forgotten still we must remain
Wary, scary, and detained
Detached, relapsed, won't you refrain?
You're getting in the way
What stake is held within a name
If atoms don't remain the same
They slip and fade right into gray
Resist existence, held at bay
How daunting it must be to live
Like matter in an empty tray
To never see the light of day
To never know your name.
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