Life is called simplicity,
Its layers of kindness exceed
Those qualities of right.
Life is the food of sight,
Living can boil the water
Of our happiness and fight,
Keeping the wet strands
Of hate intact, but still
Living like astounded light.
My life is not a burden or
Brother of animosity,
Nor is it a sister of doubt,
But a father of love, and
A mother of kindness,
Leaving the darkness with
Divine pleasure on the tongue.
The language is fought and won,
The words stream into being
And the worlds are ignited
To reach our eyes of the night.
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