Death lives encircling from womb
unto the tomb.
i can hear it in the call of the Raven,
in it’s uncomplicated instinct.
man hides within his degenerative fear,
amidst his pretence of Reality.
death is only nature Reborn
returning to the soil. nourishing all.
there is life after death.
our planet rejoices accepting new life
in the coming dawn,
when we are gone.
footprints on the sand washing away.
we are as if a Dream.
All things return in elemental
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