Old Walt eulogized his soul,
praised it over the sky and the stars,
praised it over time and space -
yet Walt has long been in his grave,
brain dropped on the laboratory floor,
and soul there never was separate
from the matter that fell on that floor.
The sky and the stars, time and space
they will endure, and long after no one
reads old Walt like mortal me, they
stand guard over our grand delusions
turned to dust on a ball of dust.
17.02.2023
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