all part of the process
all part of the process
by Wolfgang Nibori
after the flash, in deathly cool of unlit dawn
in scratching soil resonate, crawling with black-shell beetles
eaters of the dead, cycling all back to life again
triumphing as a whole over circumstance, making way for birth
rolling suns around the earth, pushing clouds along
clicking along as a miniature army, flagless yet triumph-bound
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