Knowing + Pantheon

I do not want to know your job
I do not want to know your age
I do not want to know how you came here
- The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I do not care for your career
I do not care for plans last year
I do not wonder oh lonely night
of your journeys wrong or right
I do not miss your living wage
and I do not miss your meals paid
What I see when I close my eyes
what I’ll see the day I die
is not the parts you claim as whole
but the beautifully broken pieces only I know

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Who carved lies into the pantheon?
stories too old to uphold except in stone
so we know says the tour guide, we know
no names no ages only faces
the stone sculptor could not capture
their desires, fears or loves
what does come through so true
in the absent eyes and hollow pupils
is the longing
Would they have sat for the scultpor
if they’d known their longing would be
all that survives time, namelessness
is what is awaiting them, an eternity
of hard rocks unfulfilled and unnamed