All the food and drinks you consume feed
the worms that will soon feast on your flesh.
But then, from life death and from death life,
until the Sun burns the Earth to crisp;
you feed yourself with death, and from your
death will spring forth life, a closed cycle
in which your brain and mind matter not.
The hungry worms are your equal.
09.06.2023
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