Sunrise
We find ourselves in a different place
A place where human life has
no meaning
We exist as the stars exist
Mutually, still, immense
Living dying
Pulsing dying
We try, fail, act
Oscillatet
Atoms, cells, amoeba
All vibrating
Moving rhythmically
Changing rhythmically
Morphing into each other
In an endless orgy
The world is a knot in motion
We rise in the direction of the sun
Collapse in the direction of the ground
Between the living parts
and the dead ones
We ascent, adapt, expand
As does earth
Trees, seasons, moon, the sea
Clouds becoming storms
Falling back to earth
In long glittering tentacles
Moving in the wind
Leaving wet pearls behind
A film of moisture on each living thing
Licking the scenery
Tasting the curves
Saturating the edges
The soft
The smooth
The firm
The rough
Like the ocean hitting the land
Sucking each rock under
Swallowing
Again and again
Embracing everything
Touch
Smell
Sound
Moving pulsing
Screaming pulsing
Pulsing pulsing
Announcing the next wave
Rising, crashing
Losing shape
Pulse pause
Pulse pause

Pulse

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