to carve my name upon a stone
buried in an earthen mound
untouched by tides or droughts

to let my blood into the roots
of a young joshua tree
so I might reach into the spires
and praise the open sky
for eons

to drop my note
in a bottle
weighted to drop to depths
and remain until the earth
is once over overrun

to catapult my ash
into space oneself
to visit the earth
and all else-
on the solar winds
until the collapse
of the universe
once over

to survive, in whatever form…

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