Preserve Me

Preserve me in formaldehyde,
in the quiet sanctity of a jar
Like a butterfly on the edge of forever
where I can look out, but cannot hear
Just one in rank upon rank,
unstartling, unstartled.
No tidal waves of hope, or loss
No agonies of joy
No sound, no movement
Just drifting, drifting,slowly
Until the end.

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