Chloroplasma
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part of a dragonfly.

Under the Sun

All men look and yet none see
what lies ahead. Together we
have left the past to gather dust;
may it forever lie and rust.

Beyond, the path is bathed in fear,
and in the trees we think we hear
the cries of those who took the bait.
Yet which of us could stop their fate?

It must be true what some have said:
Today they’re great, but they’ll be dead
and we’ll forget their names and deeds,
their lonely gravestones choked with weeds.

Yet think not of the past.
What’s done is done and we can’t make things last.
Moreso, what was will be again--
for all shall fall as does the rain.

I don’t know what the future holds,
for as the cloth of time unfolds
I see all things are hollow rinds--
Future is chained up in our minds.




curly thing.
one's hair on trees and one's hair on people.
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