Fragment 9.03

The solid ground,

Replenishes with every element.

Changes only under the momentary

Permanent scorching of rebirth in the form

Of ash fructifying barren landscapes.

Forrest fires should be more

Adequately chosen

By visitors that pass,

As they inattentively drop

Their selfish burning wants

Upon it’s shell.

It is guaranteed

To outlast it all-

For the remainder of the centuries.

Like the haggardly cowboy,

Illusively seeking

His own-

Ragged,

Torn,

Determined

Few short seasons of destiny.

Dressed in black,

Prepared for every

Ceremonial dedication

To the insignificant

Breath gasped by the living,

As they are ushered back into

The cold black silken sheets

Of life’s only certain guarantee.

 

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