White text against a background of green aurora borealis against purplish sky with stars. Poem.
"Hic Jacet Echognomics"
As we grieve, we are challenged to learn the inscrutable collage of her being. Her humor hid the bare bones of her history.
Few knew what happened at the airports of her life, or about peculiar proposals received or how she flowered on crumbling walls.
Sometimes a chance revelation of biography paled us, puncturing the world or person we thought we knew.
What we mourn is not her biography but presence, unforgettable in love and humor. An intellect that leapt wallaby-like into the strangest places; a heart that took friendship's anthropologies seriously.
She ascended the scientific minutiae of extensive libraries. Without glamour, she held secret vellum pacts within. Early a writer, ever-late in blooming. Vain in humility, humble in vanity, blissful when others were grumpy, and vice versa, she rode the cusp of paradox without plans to return.
Believing no life was worth itself without the ripples it sends into others' lives and knowing her biography was her collective companions who gave her the world, she has asked us all a favor: to do a full convocation of friends with the task just not to comfort or eulogize her feats, but to create, piecemeal, a heartfelt collage of interconnected legacy. Be present, for her.
EchoGnomics
I barely begun here, took a few days off, and now per #MMPrompt I must write my eulogy. A threat implied? π€¨
Prompt call roll:
#WeirdMicro #peculiar_proposal
#Grimscribe #vellum_pact
#Vss365 #bones #pale
#emoetry #challenged #blissful
#WipSnips #airports
#freeversefebruary #return #grumpy