Straw sucked 'til left only a drop of translucent yellow, spent and dry her leaves hang. The glorious green boa; the siphon sups higher and higher into her crown, anointed by the chrism of trunk and branch; outstretched, submitting and proud. Dancing Ring a Ring o' Roses, life, death and her. Now to be eaten up by the spoon that fed her, all brown and hungry and full. A frenzy of filaments, unfurling, reaching, slurping down, down the onward path. No dead end, just the whirl and spin of fragments combining. Baked into new forms but becoming, always becoming.
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