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i watched webs spin themselves

between trees like a shroud woven in the woodwork.

roots of fiber spin underneath dusted skin.

wilderness decorates the void inside

with confused inexistence

absorbed into the common streams.

(follicles bud - assimilative solve/

bark ensnares - abrupt encasement

in kaleidoscope tongues)

I am the formula that codes us just like you.

I am the decomposition that serves all sentences.

all things wane in the due moments/all things cease -

to commune and redistribute

(soils consume the ambrosial cycle)

there is a bitterness in giving in,

and there is peace in letting go

(I take this all to hell with me

when hell is all i know inside me)

the things we do follow us,

stitches to mend the wounds,

scars to remind us.

seedlings will sprout from our dissolutions.

there is a peace in passing,

when we yield our pulses we yield our pasts -

I am a piece of everything.

I am the solipsist dream.

I am the smothered flame (only embers remain).

I am the nihilist fade.

branches of bones dissolve into the night sky.

dew on the shed foliage;

life is transient.

bones in transit to shed nutrients

commune with death perpetually;

life is transience.