Gather alone or together (MS)

 In 2144, I’ll be very dead, not there's any other form of dead.

I'm buried in a bookstore,

not in the classics section

nor under poetry. 

I'm under a Clearance Sale banner.

You’ll be buried in the

Van Gogh, Dickinson, Thoreau section

for those fully discovered long after death.

I ask you to sing

The Sound of Silence.

You’ll say you don't know it

then you sing the whole song.

Hello darkness, my old friend.