life exists always,
cannot be undone
does not notice if continuity
is in a worm
or in an einstein
does not care,
consumes, subsumes
transforms each
tiny cell
pushes every set of gills,
of lungs
to carry even
just one fraction
of the note
needed, for the chord
that sounds with every
inspiration
respiration
and sings
the only harmony
that matters
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