Was not unknown, yet it did
not matter
For it was all about being one
In a universe where numbers counted
Detected tears, of transcending plains
Seamless skies, which she strove to touch
Her sense of urgency, amidst dreams dreamt
Only awakened to the nightmare of being one
Among the revelers, friends and fans alike
Revolving hands of time passing, how she
Strove to send a message that would ring out
Intentionally upon muffled tones, unheard
Through fame and fortune she was well known
She perceived through her books, the world
Sought by crowds, surrounded by the many
Yet somehow driven by isolation
Accolades from experts, the top of her field
Her obituary read, one among the best listed
The epitaph, one of the famous
Now remind me again, what was the issue
Sonrisa
© December 2,
2000
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