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You’ll never see anything so happy
to die as the leaves leaving trees
in excited, confettied blizzards.

A transmigration, begun in the dark.
Spiralling jades and dragon’s blood,
and all of the colours in the earth.

No terror in their falling; no concept
of the beast ‘death’. Just certainty
in sleeping: they will begin afresh.

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