Death And Birth, - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti
Death and birth, what are they both but the chance to dream your self once more.
I do not fear death,
I fear not becoming,
is there more becoming after this life,
is there more sleep after sleep,
more hunger after hunger,
more sex after dissipation, yes, yes,
and more endless more, as you or not you but still more, endless more.
Tears of more,
pain of more,
life of more, death of more, birth of more, cry of more, sorrow of more, bliss of more, feel of more, joy of more
and still, this time I will do it right of more,
this time I will care more of more,
this time I do not give a phuk of more,
this time I will be the best of more, this time I will love of more, of more and still more.
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