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Mar 23
The old carbon body tumbles,
loose-limbed, laughing in ruin,
mountains slip like careless feet,
pillars lean, then let go.

For a moment, the ancient shifts—
not slow, not solemn, but sudden,
like a child forgetting its weight,
collapsing into play.

What we call disaster,
the earth may call a dance,
rolling, breaking, becoming.
Chetan
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Chetan  23/Two-Spirit/End of cosmic slap
(23/Two-Spirit/End of cosmic slap)   
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