Salamanders drop
Tails when threatened.
Trees lose branches
To parasitic ice.
Shadows sever
Small pieces,
Growing from the loss.
Worms, I am told,
Form two clones when severed.
They all know
How to banish the body
To give the soul more room.
The sky drops its pieces,
Birds rising.
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