All of a sudden I realised the phrase that would become the memorial upon my skull:
“I saw beauty in other people’s eyes.”
From that perspective, I can see winged eternities circling forevermore, trying to catch that one pure teardrop of solitude that I harnessed for a life-time. But it cannot be, for I have taken it, untouched by pulsation, into my grip and died in the morrow, like treasured gold – cursed and loved. In this I have sealed my gateless grave.