I live inside a box I've formed of sounds
of letters—meaning-making music, bounds
of human-living—written (voiced), to rhyme
and rhythm.
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Existence: Side effect of death, decay.
So many never birthed; but birthed, all die.
Thus life is fall from death; but death is whole.
Death is the soul; and life, entombed remains.
of letters—meaning-making music, bounds
of human-living—written (voiced), to rhyme
and rhythm.
************************************
Existence: Side effect of death, decay.
So many never birthed; but birthed, all die.
Thus life is fall from death; but death is whole.
Death is the soul; and life, entombed remains.
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