Of the Growth

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I am not a man. I am not a stone.
I am of the growth.
I am of the dust and of the dirt
i am of the moss and of the water.
I am the fungus and I am the mold.
I am evolution and devolution.
I am of the growth.

In the blood in the veins.. there is dirt.. specs of sand
of clay and of energy. I put my faith in god.. knowing that he will kill me.
There have been a million suns..
as crust is.. we are but mites and gods.
one and the same.. just one woke up..
scent and tang of death and regrowth..
the moss guides my way now

I eat the mossy with every bite..
teath chopping and jabbering on it's green.
In measured years upon this time.. one sees no change.
In measured life upon all times.. I see the end of all times..
I see the moss and growth and life..
I see the flaws and splinters shatter.
You of peace know why they shatter...

We are alpha and omega.
We are of the dust and dirt
We are of the Moss and Water.
We are of the only growth.

Me we forgive our mothers and our daughters.
We are only of the growth.