"Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end." So says Hamlet.
So says nature.
A fallen tree becomes the nursery of fungus.
All living beings: recyclables constantly becoming other.
This is the kind of reincarnation in which I believe.
May I fat a dragonfly like an Eastern Pondhawk, or forest flower, or aqua-dusted wing edge, or molecule of haze bluing Lost Cove.
We are stardust: food for worms.
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