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When you take a photograph, you should write an epitaph
For a moment lost to preservation
Now your life is torn in two, half is in a Lucite cube
Like a modern-day mummification
Money in heaven, a trick of the light
Drink me down slowly and I'll last the night
Money in heaven, it's a silent scream
All you call holy is a past-life dream
Sunday morning windowsill, I wish the day could stay as still
As the world before it starts to stirring
On your skin, an amber glow, the caliber of trackless snow
Before and after don't compare to during
You're buried with the treasures of a life you left behind
Though you'll fill a pyramid, you'll boast an empty mind
Written by: Matthew Frederick Jaffe
