Authored: March 15, 2024

All that is broken,
Surrounded by uncompromising beauty
All that is smoldering
Surrounded by the green, the blue and the white
All that was and had been
Surrounded by the sequoia.

Breathing with paper lungs
We're becoming memories
We ended up being broken
As the waves crash onto the shore.

In one last ditch to placate an angry awakening behemoth
We released the sum of our knowledge into the Cosmos
Hoping for a reprieve
Until our paper lungs gave out
And memories we became.