wind bison
People describe death as ink diffusing through water,
a reflection of death as an expansion to life.
I see it as an invasion.
The way the murky corrupted ink swallows the water's clarity.
Dark.
Dim.
Death.
Perhaps this is an unfortunate perspective.
Yes, a crow unfurling its wings is magnificent,
yet in flight, caution is whispered, a silent warning.
A fine land stands between expansion and invasion.
Don't panic-
Expansion may be permanent, but invasion is defeated...
with resistance.
simple oyster