Time for Everything

that strange passage of time
with both rythm and rhyme
I tried grasping for it
but I had to let it go
With every period
begins another sentence
every sunset
promises a sunrise
erosion and rust
tectonic plates rubbing
drifting apart further
this land sprouting
vines and moss flourishing
until the wood rots
and decomposes
and it all becomes superfluous
breaking all apart
but matter can never be
but is only the transferring
of energy
to live
we must take life

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