an elegy to the True life
the whole world moves in circles;
i wonder if it knows.
when the dying dragonfly
senses his approaching demise
does he also sense the start of a
new chapter in the journey of his
and fly to die at the roots of a
redwood rising, reaching for the
does he wish to again
become a dragonfly
that knows no limits but
the circularity of the Earth?
Did Nemo the desert vagabond for beauty foresee
his elements would become a Supertramp?
when my spirit can no longer
maintain and support this
collection of molecules
let it decompose in a forest, river, or estuary.
give it to the Earth
so that i may be ‘round again
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