Echoes of Existence: A Dance of Creation and Detritus #473

Echoes of Existence: A Dance of Creation and Detritus In shadows where flies whisper, bedbugs roam, Drawn to the echo of our primal home. When nature calls, we heed, we bow, Summoning those who thrive in the now. From this act, a metaphor wide and deep, All we create, in the end, we cannot keep. Words penned, dreams dreamt, in twilight cast, Marked by impermanence, shadows we cast. Consume with purpose, let nourishment in, Discard the excess, from within begin. In choosing what stays, what fades away, We define our essence, day by day. This cycle, ancient, ever so fleet, Of creators, destroyers, in one heartbeat. What we cherish, hold or let fall, Shapes our legacy, through it all. In the dance of life, so vivid, so terse, Our creations, our waste, the universe. A reflection of existence, bittersweet, In echoes of creation, in detritus, we meet. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 5, 2024)