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Words
Where do they originate?
Fastened to parchment,
Ink, lead, or blood . . .
Their stain, timeless—
Nature's Lesson
Though nerves of light bind us—
To the cosmic illusion of thought and being,
Nature communicates with No syntax, No semantics.
Every interaction leaves an effect—
As energy awaits Experience and reciprocal exchange.
Nature does not struggle—
Against society’s rigid inertia,
Nor does it wither into faceless isolation.
Nature’s tutelage is profound.
For within the corporeal realm,
Even the unfathomable strength of stars
Diminishes with the passage of time.
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