this daily death
and nightly rebirth
these swelling buds
and falling leaves
this piling snow
and torrential flow
this in- and ex- halation
this building warmth
and inertia of cold
this body grows
and then it grows old
this rhythm of life
and imminent death
pervades everything i see
so, could it be
that, perhaps, this rhythm is me
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:16 PM UTC
this daily death
and nightly rebirth
these swelling buds
and falling leaves
this piling snow
and torrential flow
this in- and ex- halation
this building warmth
and inertia of cold
this body grows
and then it grows old
this rhythm of life
and imminent death
pervades everything i see
so, could it be
that, perhaps, this rhythm is me
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