Things fall apart
But given time
What comes through the ends
of ruins
Forms new persevering roots
in unplanned creation
Collectively arising from
the bounds of
Isomorphic Abiogenesis
Parleyed on the intrinsic
prodigy and
innumerable boulevards
of
Natural selection
Shaping
patterns of adversity
Informing conclaves
in diversity
Richly textured
And Nurturing
A culture of stasis
Until
the process
is renewed
in decay
again
And in time
everything that is lost
Will be found
As we slowly realize
It was never meant to be
Dies Irae, Dies Novo
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everything happens for a reason. the cycle of life good write