Chaos: Decay

Decay

The burst of life at all levels

Brighter than a pyre

Livelier than a grave


Decay

A never ending part

Of me, as I live.

Of mine, when I die.


Decay

Feared forever

The reset of order

The reorder of me and you.


Decay

And now I am gone

Not pickled in a ditch or a jar

Away from static tombstones


Decaying

Free on the ground, under open skies

At ease with all chaos

Of life – in me, below and above.

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