We go 'round & 'round. Last year I wrote these words. This year, I repeat them. I expect the same will occur again next year.
who decomposes the decomposer?
i met some of the emissaries of decay --
tiny silken fibres,
sprinkled with salt and pepper spider's eyes.
so beautiful and strange,
feeding off the fruit of another.
there are no words
for how much i loved them.