The ebb tide breaks;
life flows in his favour:
unbidden, unforeseen, relentless,
it replenishes a micro-universe
with love, ecstasy, contentment.
Wise-monkey eyes flick open
to macro-horrors
in a shrinking world;
one existence blooms,
a universe rots.
Since I wrote this, my blooming existence has made me feel that the universe is not so rotten after all.
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