August 20

What can be said about the dark and the cold,
that it does not suit us, as does not growing old.

And yet, every specie’s hell is another’s eden,
so as we die I am sure someone else begins.

Call this season one for another man
to spread seed and grow across the land.

Let us recede if not in space than in time
wait for the sun again before we forage to find.

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