TRANSCENDENCE Chilly wet and molding, gentle, fertile woodland ripening toward vernal uprisings, how ancient and inexorable your uncountable processes, and how tenuous our human steps, moving from dimly remembered events through momentary presence to our terminal futures, when our bodies return to you, forever sweet earthen mother, joining those fertile processes gently ripening toward new life within your regenerating forest.

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