poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Recycle me
Recycle me, Gaia. Dear Mother. And in thy earthy breast receive these tired bones of mine. For into thee I am deliver'd From frigid landscapes and human solitudes. May my fabric thine birds feed and near equatorial latitudes thy warmth once more feel. Recycle me, my mother I am already but a memory. In this polar darkness. [7/25/01]
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