World

While my dissolved thoughts take to this state I find myself precipitating My aspirations of perspiration And try to calculate the weight I know I owe the earth my body I know I owe it's stone my mind I know I owe the water my blood I know I owe all time my time I work my hands to steward stink All the while the negligible world wreaks Havoc in it's selfish reproduction And my own sustenance begets it's function We'll go, passing on our moment's energy Colliding and confiding Collecting momentum and synergy And at the end, all I wish Is to decompose Into the bowels of the biota And the mold, I wish to rot Away the feelings those words may conjure No matter prevents my energy to wander. And do not paint me to be living My cheeks rosied and my lips pursed But make available my eyes organs To nurture nearby worms and birds Because in death, there is an exponent of life And I wish to be the environment On which it thrives and multiplies It's because of this I have the thought: As in passing of all sweet fruits, The balance of beauty lies in Ruin and rot.