Effervescence occludes the serenity of creation
but it is in effervescence that creation harbors the chaos of newfound life.
Life is not serene.
Life makes glassy serenity from the ashes of life.
It creates new from old from formerly new again.
Cycles, perhaps
but each time is innovation.
Effervescence bubbles forth
a spring eternal
even after the final sleep.
Life marries death,
marries the reality of something
more.
Death is not end.
Death is renewal.
Beyond and before.
Static.
Life so shocked endures.
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