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Are we but bodies that simply feed,
alone together in raging need?

Is life so precious as a stone,
‘cause it’s found sinking
(in ends) and white of bone?

Are we but mind-spills in the dark
Stumbling through the Subsist;
life, but an arbitrary lark?  

Is Lethe a blessing;
a memory unscathed?
Or is it cursed cruelly
not knowing the Named?

A flash of life, that Death reprieved;
a burst of being escaping grieve.
Then back down in, back in the grave;
back to the end-start, cowering brave

Eating the dark and shunning the beam
alone in the Un-Being,
down in Death’s regime.
©2008-2009 ~GreenEleka
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Written on 7/30/08. Thought on Life, being a break from being unborn or dead.

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