there on the dusty shelf
behind this spotless glass
framed fossil spends its days,
testimony to a life once lived
now turned by year after Medusa year
to cold, beautiful stone,
empty of the thoughts,
silent of the breaths and beating heart;
a graven image lost to another age
impotent in its unknowing immortality

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