Inevitable Entropy
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1 min readJan 22, 2020
Used to be Me
sheds itself slowly,
lost in its leaving,
and can’t know
where the pieces go,
falling from its carcass
like snow into nothing;
until…
only mundane Me
remains, shuffling
through the
failing light,
harmless, homeless,
a shambling shell
wandering within the
encroaching night.