Arrived in another place full of burning crystals! The toil is endless, but all is good.
Left the garden a mere era in my sleep, yet decay was rapid, covering so much green.
The geometry of the crystals, it disassembles this cosmos, excreting grayness.
Look, how beautiful & bright glows this catalyst, fused with tiny frenzied points of motion & uncertainty, spreading over far hills — now — burning.
The small one is with me, but where have vanished its kin? I farewell to them last I was awake.
Latching the small one to the plow, work begins.
Soon the geometry skews, distorts & dims: stirred into the greater whole.
The soil is refreshed — a new cycle beginning!
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