they launch into flight.
“fire sperm of sort”… roy says
“with tail in trail.”
carried towards constellation…
lifted in moonlight.
and there is significance here
yet
something far too simple
for my complex ideas
to wrap around.
suddenly it emerges…
it is life.
it is life.
yes, there is vitality.
it started small…
and grew…
it began to propagate…
attempt reproduction.
it aged…
became a steadier warmth
an experienced glow.
then
then
by morning...
ash
ash
~csr
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