Almost
coming to grips
with
all this.
This malady.
This temporary
insanity.
Suffer so much
and then,
remember a friend
fading away
silently.
Take in the life
of a world
and realize
that we only eat
dead things.
Decompose a thing
in order to refine.
Embrace the collapse.
Envelop the entropy.
It’s in all of us.
Our decaying star.
Half life of
a billion years.
A little energy
to pray
for another
twenty or so,
maybe more.
The cycle will return,
but we won’t know it.
Built different,
but still the same.
One thing
we all get wrong
is
thinking
we are different
than any other part
of this
crazy world.
We are not immune.
We are
one of the pathogens.
HG – 2022
