The Inorganic Chemistry of Sapiens

Notice a dead leaf
It can crunch
But never squish

If ever even had a wish
A tree, I think it would

But then again
Chopped up as firewood…

Not as if it would have a better life.

For me…

It just burns longer as a tree

by Basjan Bernard



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