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.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
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.
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