I study all things in detail
Sometimes a classroom is not big enough.
Left to its own devices.
Life torn away.
Transformed into somthing else.
Maybe a home,
For burrowing bugs,
A snack for decay,
Or maybe burned with the rest of the world.
Cut free from this world,
Transformed into something else.
To last longer,
Or to be flushed away.
As you can or can’t tell, I haven’t been on here much. That should change soon.