are coming to tear you up
and attach your fragments
to an endlessly crawling vine.
You will be dispersed
in conscious pieces,
watched by hateful, luminous eyes
that never stop staring
in fascinated disgust
at the mottled pieces of your hubris,
which was the only form
you chose to inhabit, so that now
this wreckage of your form shows
what it was actually worth: little chunks
of cosmically imprisoned meat
carried far by overwhelming forces.
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