A Request

"I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself."
- Allen Ginsberg (Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters)

do not dwell on my life.

when death licks
the last reminiscence
of marrow from my bones.

when my body erodes
from bone to dust
my shadow will be no more.

when i turn from clay to stone.
do not make a monument of me.
i do not wish to be immortalized

for everything has mortality.
in its own sense.

do not dwell on my life.

Sawyer Fell

18 years old

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