on the comings and goings of the big and the small
life is a holy fire
that asks not
what cold feels like
because it knows
a collection of dead
languages, societies, ancestors
nestled as brown grass
in the forest’s cold floor
and dead
universes in queue beneath
yin can be green
yang can be brown
a new cycle beginning
a deafness on, coming
a collection of dead
galaxies in merging and dying
giving their silent energy
to those left behind
the ones coming forward
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