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Detritus

There is no composition

Without decomposition

We break down

Broken down by fates and whims

The sun shines

The wind howls

The rain falls

The rotting and decay

Spirits falling and flagging and flailing

Components revealed

Bleached bones of old structures

Half buried by what used to be

Gone

Our youth

Gone

Our pride

Gone

Our strength

Molecules become atoms

Reforming into new molecules

Reprocessed

All the material at the ready

For composition

We write our stories in time

One decision after the next

Seeds splitting open to sprout

Recombining the secret patterns

Into glittering webs of life

We sing hope into the sky

Bright streams of glorious light

One note after the next

A chorus

A melody

A symphony

From that pain and joy

Wringing something new out of the earth

Until we are so far away from the detritus

That we forget

Have forgotten

That it was born from utter destruction

Of what had been

Broken down through time

Rocks became rubble

Oceans rose and fell

Fires flamed and fed

We turn

We turn

We turn to stone and

When the butterfly lands

On our shoulders

We return to life

To grow and glow and shine

Hearts open and eyes bright

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Wasteland

Nothing grows there

But rocks and dust and debris

Rain never falls

Frozen at room temperature

Solid and unmoving

It’s not death

It’s not life

Stasis

Eons will pass

before there will be change

growth

We pass through it

on the way to our heart

Crunching the past underfoot

searching always

for depth of soil

moisture

In the forest shades

And bright meadows

We plant tears

tending sprouts like newborns

leaving behind

all that will not be needed

in this next step we take

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Did You Mind

Did you mind your manners

Did you mind the wait

Do you mind the suffering

Does your mind abate

Have you played your role

Did you take the stage

Have you danced all night

Do you mind your age

Will you mind the changes

That arrive by fate

Will the chance encounters

Bring you to your knees

Do the winds of fortune

Blow in gale or breeze

Will you rise and fly

Or hunker and sink

Are you digging a grave

Do you mind a drink

Have you planned to live

Are you well resigned

For an end is near

Whether life or time

Have you packed your bags

Are you ready for boarding

Did you mind the flight

Are you disembarking

The end is nigh

The end is night

Here comes the sun

A morning bright

Will you begin again

And again begin

With the sweeping dawn

After settling dusk

A new moon

A strange horizon

Do you mind the time

Do you mind the times

Do you mind the mind