Red as a blood pearl
Or a wandering sun,
Keener than bullets
Instructed to burn.
Young as a snakebite,
Older than frost,
Venomous capers
Before the spring thaw.
Lasting as fury,
Duller than coals,
Hater of mirrors
When you grow old.
Free as the windmill,
Less certain than death;
Owned by the graveyard
Before your first breath.
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