Life and death,
a twisted vine sharing a single root.
A water bright green
stretching to top a twisted yellow
only to wither itself
as another green unfolds overhead.
One leaf atop another
yet under the next;
a vibrant tapestry of arcs ans falls
all in the act of becoming.
Death is the passing of life.
And life
is the stringing together of so many little passings.
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