apprenticing to death

we carve mountains out of our spine because that is how the earth taught us.

the earth taught us some things.

the earth taught us about poetry, about being gentle, about being fierce.

the earth teaches us about time.

about when to express and shine

and when to be hidden and withdraw

withdrawing one’s energy into oneself

and becoming darkness is sacred

our world does not remember this

our world is only fruiting and harvesting

there is no awareness of “death” in our world

i want to be an awareness for death in this world

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