In another world the columbarium
    wasn’t real

             in that game it was just
                 another quest …

     yet| as we all stood in a line|
         looking up at a wall of
                   closed tombs &
                     golden plaques
                       old enough to be
                   nearly illegible

It became sentient without the glow
                                         [of objective]°
               as soon as
      they lifted the champagne casket
                & you and your single white rose
                                        with it… within.


[Authors Note: resplendent in unknown suspension, the greatest story the teller ever told was your legacy]