Recomposition

by Joanna

I have known death – 1000 countless ways
The essence spewing until dry
The fruit
Shriveling into dust
The body
Decomposed through earth
The way we once were
It is a matter of matter and time and space
And the infinite unified blast
Of truth that spouts all along the path
Waiting for the trained eye
Develops into the lotus
Which we all secretly desire

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