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The grass grows red here
(it's blood).
You break it and it breaks you
(you are it).
You lay upon the ground and the ground lays upon you
(six feet of it coming down around you like an avalanche).
You dig a grave and it digs back into you like a tapeworm with intestines
(you leech off of it until it's all rot, rot, rot).
You hear the birdsong in the morning and the birds listen to you wake
(you are watching, but it is watching you back).
You are in need of wood
(the woods are in need of bones).
You build something for eternity to live in
(eternity lives in you).
You live only long enough to see it die
(it lived in you and now it will be born again from your death).
The sun circles the earth and the earth circles the sun
(you are ever cycled in decay and growth.
You cannot kill it in any meaningful way).