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Exist, exile, when set aside for that last mile, a trial at close of day, why me, not you, 'tis for the few to end at break of day, my life not easy, trouble free, and yet it had its way, through times of joy and times of sadness times of freedom, times employed, twinned the two halves joined in gladness, mother, father's seed developed into me, what magic that we live at all, mysteriously understood, the chemistry of matter, solids, particles, bones and flesh, changing places over years, blood and consciousness, include a formula, that random took its place, in present times, its power, its grace, when we understand the whole loose face, the universe so vast a form in flux, like glazes in the white hot kiln, their unpredicted fusion, clay and rocks reformed as glassy liquid, soon to be a solid surface hard, and we, the human race are only shards.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Exist Exile
Exist, exile, when set aside for that last mile, a trial at close of day, why me, not you, 'tis for the few to end at break of day, my life not easy, trouble free, and yet it had its way, through times of joy and times of sadness times of freedom, times employed, twinned the two halves joined in gladness, mother, father's seed developed into me, what magic that we live at all, mysteriously understood, the chemistry of matter, solids, particles, bones and flesh, changing places over years, blood and consciousness, include a formula, that random took its place, in present times, its power, its grace, when we understand the whole loose face, the universe so vast a form in flux, like glazes in the white hot kiln, their unpredicted fusion, clay and rocks reformed as glassy liquid, soon to be a solid surface hard, and we, the human race are only shards.
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Norway.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
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