Life, for whom?
And what is that to others?
Life, the universe,
And it is missed.
It is not merely
The pulsebeat.
Life, a chain
In sunrises.
Life - a dazzling star
In the sky.
Over and over,
It is all cured.
All nectar,
All pure.
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