Inside a silent moment
The breath of life takes hold.
Inside the shell of a man
The breath of death escapes.
It is in between
that putrid pages
Of rotting stories
are coupled with
The Exuberant exhale of Fantastical journeys and the exodus of innocence.
Too complicated,
thoughts form into words of little meaning,
and yet that within strives to make sense of them.
Form order from fog
or sunshine where form is not possible.
Inside a contradiction
Lies the human task
Of putting together
A life of meaning.



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