It lay on its side
Hollow, dead, and decaying
But still full of life
As the rabbit runs
Through its forgotten torso
It has become new
As the termite eats
This lifeless matter gives life
from its death a world
We must not view death
With such hollow perception
But embrace new life.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
It lay on its side
Hollow, dead, and decaying
But still full of life
As the rabbit runs
Through its forgotten torso
It has become new
As the termite eats
This lifeless matter gives life
from its death a world
We must not view death
With such hollow perception
But embrace new life.
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