Upside Down and Backwards

the dead fly was born
on the day the night began.
countless old blades of grass seeds
got blown away by the still air.
dry wells splashed drouth
onto the soft stones.
his unmoving heart leapt in his chest
after long years of short moments.

isn’t it amazingly unremarkable
how organized chaos can be?

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