Its energy draws me in,
a network of vibrating honeycomb.
Old, weathered, brittle, porous, charred...
yet strong by design.
What isn't has much energy as what is.
The voids give structure to the whole,
its chambers a holey...and holy perfection--
a catacomb of life.
How many creatures did it
house during this one life?
How many forms did it take before becoming...
a cactus?
I wonder at its age.
When did it begin to decay?
It is timeless, eons old.
What was, still is
in another form, another dimension--
molecules rearranged,
its energy retained.
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