Raised from elements inanimate
Animates a thought and an emotion
Lives this frame to the extent of deterioration
To the penetrating refinement
Life doth take limited time
Racing itself to the ground into ashes
In search of permanent vehicle of happiness
That is stable through mass and space
With a constancy of purpose
Through birth to death
The core being through lifetime misery
to the mortal frame
The passion that reaches the source
Becomes one with everything
Stands between antimatter and matter
In waiting to create or destroy the universe at will
Like the science based imagery, worked into a poetic frame. Emotin is a typo.
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Like the science based imagery, worked into a poetic frame. Emotin is a typo.