Footprints

These words will live
forever,
born as they are now
formed as you see them
unbound from the physical
carved not in wood
nor scratched on stone
never bled upon a page
ghosts in infinite machines
dreams,
desires,
launched into eternity
their truly ephemeral state
it seems
will define who I was
at this moment

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