The solid ground is fragile
and the void of sky and space is eternal
Nothingness is permanent,
anything solid can be broken apart.
The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots
out from the earth
And followed him
Stepped on a diamond lattice of clay
and rotten leaves
Broken open
He disappeared beneath the forest
The moon above whispers
All that is great is built upon pyramids of sorrow
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