Beyond mortal thoughts
Every moment a bonus breath
And history, tomorrow's mirror
Stares us in the eye.
What miracle so profound and benign
Begets a man if he gets a bonus breath
And still tread the path of his type
Deep reposed into a grueling fire
And fails to learn the existential ropes
In the err other gone?
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