The most complex of simplicities,
Of survival, of life.
Branching to a sense of continuation of self.
Root self in soil.
Allow beauty and truth to grow and feed
From the nature imposed ugliness of fulfillment.
Suppose death overcomes this trial?
Its mark remains, beauty continues.
Survival in death, yet in life.
Now branch, and grow.
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