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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