All flesh is grass,
which is to say the flesh
is not merely corruptible,
but is at it's most honest
when it turns to dust.
But all flesh is like the leaves and flowers
which grow from the dust of the ground,
regenerating the old soul
via a newer, still corruptible, soil.
Soul goes into soil
which goes into new life
in never ending cycles.
Let each day breathe its own life,
and draw out it's own resurrections.
which is to say the flesh
is not merely corruptible,
but is at it's most honest
when it turns to dust.
But all flesh is like the leaves and flowers
which grow from the dust of the ground,
regenerating the old soul
via a newer, still corruptible, soil.
Soul goes into soil
which goes into new life
in never ending cycles.
Let each day breathe its own life,
and draw out it's own resurrections.
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