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Notes from the Either: Entry 3

A lone leaf falls,
fluttering in the still air first,
but all to soon
subject to the wicked winds wrath.
Tendrils of random trajectory,
chaos to a steady path.
The Leaf endures momentary
eternity,
in all its weight,
yet the fall
of the former soldier of continuance
continues unabated.
What is left for this once purposed protuberance?
When all is surrendered,
distinction forgotten
and only despair remembered,
The Leaf strikes ground
in the necropolis of its kin.
In repose it begins anew,
re-purposed,
reborn,
collective creation,
through decomposition-
The Leaf's noblest march.