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You come across a shattered statue, dethroned from its pedestal. You read the inscription, pondering it and looking around you.

Nothing beside remains
but you
Time marches on
all is left behind

You like that
You prefer
certain inevitable obscurity
to uncertain fame

You continue your journey, unconcerned by time's passing.

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#GoodnightPoem #Poetry #AmWriting

(this one's a passage from "An Antique Land", a mixed poetry-prose long-form piece I've been writing)