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Again
Expiry is a versatile notion
It is beneath the sod you march,
soil raking off your outsole
and tumbling forth onto
the stained wood floors
of an entity constructed within a core
It is laced through the tome
in the curious hands of youth,
gripping the riches of
plundered lumber, an inked declaration;
a tale as ancient as I am,
soul reaped beside a reform
It is manufactured within the stripling itself
birthing from Death a babe
and perishing into renaissance
Pure as the creek it will frolic along,
golden rays soaking the locks and
childish grin, bearing its luck-drawn fangs
merely a gamble of fate
that it is the one to knock
upon the misfortunate
And in time,
It will be the adverse
Albeit the flickering face of existence,
eternally altering,
forever sealing answers
that there will never be a key to,
Is betrothed the title of Life Itself
It is as natural as I am
as confounding as I am,
uniformly terrifying
yet dearestly welcome -
with open arms or shut eyes
clutching a regrouping of cells
or sobbing through the withdrawal of
rebuilding existence
We are not a contrast;
Not one black or white
Nor echo or answer
Nor left or right
Nor noose or seed
Nor day or night
We are the permanent oxymoron
an oath of existence
etched between fraction and molecule
and a platitude taught
within the walls of consciousness;
a science conceived with
matter equal to matter
And now, I beckon out to you
I have crooned my melody,
as saccharine as the birdsong
repeating behind limpid glass
where neither Death nor Life
can hold out
I pledge a reset -
To begin again
You have existed,
assuredly passive,
wholeheartedly content
In a life never claimed as yours;
a voice spoken by hundreds,
A name muttered by thousands,
temptation, a second-hand soul
dressed to tailor requisite
Recycled through generations,
reused and abused,
beaten and graved,
defied and revived,
a million lives completed
yet a million more to be altered
However every bit yours to remain
And in time,
fate will reach you
And in time,
without assurance or limit,
you will expire
And in time,
when the seedling
frond bursts past the sod
you will begin
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