metamorphosis #4

for many years
you stare into the sand clock
and wait until the last grain drops.

then you throw yourself
into the thousands hungry hands
that’ll rend your body into tiny bits
to bare your panting soul
and dispose
it into the reeking pit,
to rot.

later
when they’ll finish slabber
your remains.

they’ll set you back.
anew!

erect you on your anesthetized feet
and gawk
at you.

no pain
no anticipation
no regret.

alive?

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