but remains, providing shape for new growth
nothing but rot now,
the more rot, the more difficult and the less relevant birthday candles grow
heartwood, invisible to passersby and non-dissectors
and when the wind wins
when the top admits defeat in the quest to reach the source of heat
all will fall
the outside will catch up with the new
all will rot
and decompose
and re-compose
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