Are we not all children of the
earth & sky?
And in our play across that
surface don’t we
Destroy & stamp back into
emptiness what
once we had raised up in common
as our feast?
Yes it’s all unstable, as
guilty as matter always is
That old trick of nothingness’s
fertile dialectic
Unfolding the luscious flesh of
universes here
To fall back into the empty box
into which we too shall disappear.
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