Ouroboros

A cocoon of black and brown Bleached white bones beneath The soil is a gaping maw Reclaiming its own  Maggots become your mother And your father Your flesh turns to dust  Everything you ever were Every smell, every freckle Every ugly face you’ve ever worn Goes to bed beneath the soil  Your energy remains Your soul, your spirit And everything in between  Your condensed cosmic stuffs Which granted you life Are catapulted back to the universe  They will live on In a new host Through a flicker, a faint memory Clouded with past lives  We are the serpent feasting upon its own tail  And the circle remains unbroken

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