sleepless the renewal is hushed with the perishment and tolerance of our structures pollinators aplenty use spring like a jackhammer to revive the spent growth overlaid on our junktreasure a calamity of greenery to replace the concrete monochrome of yesteryear like eventual meditations the oldest meets the youngest at the intersection of our bones almost clandestine it rises with no-one left to revere flourishing fungi recalibrate the condemned in the quiet of our insolence & it begins anew
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