Every single thing begins
d/evolving the instant it comes into being.
Leaves turn color as our skin
freckles and loosens, as great restaurants become mediocre, as performers lose
their touch, as the rind of industry surpasses the pulp, as civil wars
percolate, as the stars dim.
Eventually, an endpoint is
reached, and what was is no longer what is.
Leaves fall until the tree
itself succumbs. Flesh dies. That restaurant goes out of business
at last. Careers retire. Landfills replace landscapes.
Empires implode. The largest, brightest star you can imagine
becomes a light-swallowing void.
It's easier to accept mankind's
inevitable destination than our collective hurry to get there.
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