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This is written for anyone that may have lived this life or are living it now in their own personal lives.

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So; what's this all about?
What is my purpose?
The "purpose" of my life upon this Earth?
Am I here to be an inspirational Oak tree that leans stoically into the wind?
A floe of ice that casually floats towards Niagara's Falls?
Or am I the worm of nourishment that is found aplenty after nature's rain?
Or the keen bird's eye that locks in on the worm from afar?
Am I that ray of sunlight that
always seems to brighten your darkest days?

I'd love to be the aroma of a bonfire under the moon and stars that,
you long for and crave.
In life- while I am here;
You can taste the outside edges of me, of course.
Or choose to dive deep and taste the very deepest parts of me.
In death;
My absence may haunt you.
Haunt your fantasies that now,....
will never come true.
But listen;
listen to
your heart
right now,
I am here for many things indeed.
Perhaps I am also here to one day fill,
your very own deepest and most secretive need?

Whatever your case may be;
listen to your heart...
it longs to be free.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
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