I killed an insect without thought today
It was wrought from the measure of the moon
and tide, on time's anvil forged by pendu-
lous climes, waxed on the whims of waves and wind,
exquisite culmination of all
it's been. Yet i killed it. Without wits
about me, in panic and fear of what i did
not know or try, i took the life of
in spite. Not thinking why, i cast the die.
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