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2. Guideless Entropy My chance to imprint
On this white sea
One sheet of paper
Spread out before me
What can I leave
For after I'm gone
One sheet of paper
Blank on into the dawn
So much has passed
Memories were made
One sheet of paper
And words will fade
An empty expanse
With so much to say
One sheet of paper
On my last day
A picture is taken
To speak what isn't said
One sheet of paper
For after I'm dead
No words were written
A thousand words remain
One sheet of paper
My memory it contains
the title speaks about what the poem does i see no reason to change it. it is true what u write about after we are gone. only the memories of what we leave behind will remain. so perhaps we both should leave good impressions
darr
I think the title for the poem is fine. . .But if you want I will come up with something for you. . .