Saudade, nothing lasts;
The past—
Pitiful and listless,
Pieces of Gaia’s trash.
I thank Chaos,
for everything it has wrought.
Fast-stop-motion-slowed-down;
head in a dance
Draining, constraining—
Eyes wi[l]de[/y] stuttered,
Insignificant other.
Tree of decay and glee
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