If I hollow these bones

They will grow anew

Covered in the dirt from birth


These plans that have been and always will be

Are the constant to every equation in need of an answer

Dwelling at the bottom of the ocean

Awakening in man:

The secrets of nature


Our mass is constant;

We are part of the same decaying matter

Bound in an organic compost heap

If one should live the other would die


We will not achieve

But only contribute;

Raking the garden

Pushing the boulders

All in service of a time unknown


If I should ever lay my head down

It would not mean a thing

I would rise again

Covered in the same dirt


The End

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