Gravity. Bacteria. Entropy.
They are but hungry, tenacious wolves
patiently waiting to pull us down
expose our guts to the cold sunlight
and draw us inexorably back into mother nature's deathly silent embrace.
I thought it was a “by the wind sailor” but it was a plastic bottle. It’s
easy to fall to hopelessness when we are inundated by trash and badness.
But when we discover trash we must remove it. So I did.
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