A block of wood sits over our community
It correlates with the woody trees of the forest
Harmony and aesthetics are served here
Everything is en place here
Yet there is an absence or a completeness
That just doesn't seem congruous
What's in the reciprocal
This morphism entity has crystallized us
We are as much apart of the whole
It's camouflage is ours
When is a part an assimilation
When is the totality a gestalt
What high flying truth is here
What is this transition of form
Everything is en place here
Yet there is an absence or a completeness
That just doesn't seem congruous
What's in the reciprocal
This morphism entity has crystallized us
We are as much apart of the whole
It's camouflage is ours
When is a part an assimilation
When is the totality a gestalt
What high flying truth is here
What is this transition of form
What does the truth matter
I know this and it doesn't matter to me
My eyebrows raise
I take umbrage
But I am at the end point
Nothing matters
Only that death comes
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