In our prime
We strain our ligaments
In a desperate reach, for clout and eternity

To be preserved
In timeless fortune
To stew in the marshes
Of bottomless reverence

Some are concealed
From the bustling world
To be pried from the earth
In hours of desperate rummaging

Recovered
Restored to full stature
Matters not to the few
At comfort in their thankless endeavors

The glad and unfazed
Shall truly reap the day