Until our blackened corpses are pulled taught with leather skin,
Insects pouring through our empty eyes.
Until the boxes themselves are putrefied,
And our fragile hands stretch to find each other in the darkened soil.
Until we stand above where we lay still and look up to the immortal sky,
Leaving behind the remains of our mortality.
Until then, but until ever just as well.
We will not decay as our bodies will.
We will be forever as forever will.