• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Passage

Because many things happened
While the world was asleep -
I cannot say that both
The summer and winter
Belong
To us.

Why look at me thus?

How can the fields we tread consume
Us in such a way? Yet, ain't we going?
I mean, ain't we dying?
Perhaps to replenish the earth - for
In dying, creation begins.

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