Photosynthesis sisehtnysotohP

Snarky jets of sunlit flair
Sizzle through my shadow,
Steaming my skin till
It gets soft and wrinkled, ready to remove.
Minute by minute, scorching rays
Peel the layers off my silhouette
And saute my corporeal possessions
With a pinch of salt from faraway waves
And a dash of mint from the misty mountains
Finally, stir-frying me slowly
And serving me hot, with
equal proportions of dew and sweat.

And that is how
I complete this oscillation of fate
For the Sun who gave me food,
I become food again.

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