Nature, poetry does not provide
only the excuses for poets to subsist.
We ponder stanzas, we expand a one time verse forever.
To altars soiled of everything that was and is, we gift.
Here, reciprocity is consummated,
Nature is not obliged to return us anything.
It recycles everything,
eventually, even plastic.
Nature bestows,
we did not know we needed.
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