Zywa
Summer birds
Reassuring yourself by silencing
others with statements
about life: your only certainty
Maybe there is more, should we
prepare ourselves, ignorant
of what, except for that
meaningless dying
as if that were our goal
or the outcome of our life
as if
the animals and plants that live
to live and otherwise would not
exist, do not matter
Once, it stops, apparently
there is no beginning without an end
and predestined we flutter on
like flailing summer birds
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