Decomposition

Decomposing tides, withered worn joints of the sea,
willing me,
showing balance where life can grow.
as always, natural things flow
the paths of least resistance,
they decompose.
they release,
they die.
they let go.

Rivers and rivulets, breaking free,
expectations not.

it's the end of the world.
in every step of growth.
it's the end of the world, as we know it,
and as it will never be known.