creation is the principle
caught between life
and death,
between the succulence of sustenance
and erratic destructiveness,

the gestations of hereafter,
cascading novelties heretofore,
a reflective dynamism,
in the moving mirror,

the bitter-sweet
sweet-bitterness,
of paradoxes pumping,

a living death
that is,
what dies
into loves thrusting,

the fecund surge of heart,
upon the looming edge,
between the past lined birth place,
and the precipice.