crumbling mushrooms
fed mice and squirrels last year
now return to earth
everything must die
so another may be fed
all those little lives
each breath means a choice
death is happening inside me
yet I am alive
no longer lonely
microscopic views reveal
the web of our lives
inspired by Simple Gestures: Part One
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Eight hours of sleep.
The land of dreams a closed book.
Spring sun feeds on snow.
oh, for 8 hours....
I seldom get that many
insomnia strikes
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