by Obscure   Jul 12, 2023

How many times
Must I crack myself apart
And drag my aching carcass
From itself
To scream
In short-lived suffering?
But when my breath is gone
What more am I
Than the crunch of an autumn leaf
Where weeds and fungus
Feast on my decay
And I will travel
In the creatures that transport me
Till my corpse is strewn over half the world
And I will burn in fires
That I will never see
And drown in rivers that have yet to be
The trees will whisper with the words I give
And though I cannot be remembered, I will live


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