Transposed In sediment Embraced in blood of trees and flowers The sweet arms of forever Or, at least, a long time How lovely is it to eclipse in a tomb of nectar And somehow, you find me The collector I'll sit on a shelf, til I'm buried again As we all are, As is everything The burial and bloom From flight to amber and back again What makes it last? What makes us last? Is it our skin, our soft parts? Is it our shells and armor? Is it the words we've spoken, The sounds we've sung, The pages we wrote, The photos we've hung, Is it the paths and the buildings, The nests and the burrows, Is it the good and the great, and the pain and the hate, and everything in between? Does it matter if my parts are left behind when my cables get unplugged and the signals no longer fire? Will you remember me if my legs and arms are swimming in honeyed crystal longer than honey remains to be tasted? Will you remember me Will you remember me will you Will you remember me Will you remember me will you Will you remember me Will you remember me will you Will you remember me Will you remember me will you Will you remember me Will you remember me will you Will you remember me Will you remember me will you