Figure D27 WATCHER

Sobered, we leave that mournful place

Southward to an adamantine cell

A myriad of mirrors shows each face

In sparkling facets, wonderful to tell.

Here in this crystal, by atomic spell

All that was thought or said, each laugh, each curse

Is stored until the Universe’s knell

The story of your life, your dreams, this verse

Until the very protons shimmer and disperse.