Despite the desolation of its landscape,
splintering of its lumber, ominous crows
who fly in through the attic's broken
window, this is where the world we live in,
governed by light, made of dust & web,
ruins and changes us. In sulfur forests,
the white-fogged lake resists intrusion
of a sunrise, the fragile starling's nest
invaded by grey fox is torn and emptied,
the skeletal ivory of a deer perfectly
preserved lies quiet, useless, abandoned
on a bed of leaves. Everyday, in a house
made of transient materials, we struggle
incessantly against the elements, the laws
of entropy, the broken attic window.
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