The Seed of Life

For life to continue.

One must leave, stay,
become new, old,
fall, stand,
lie on the ground like a rotten treetrunk
out of which
a green shoot
again and again will grow.

The seed of life
in a dead body.

The breath rustles
in the branches of the lungs.
I have arrived,
I will continue the journey.

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