Life
It begins
Gasping for breath,
Clawing and clutching at anything
Tangible, yet unknown.
We cry in desperation for meaning,
For Godspeed, we cry, "get us there!"
And
Still,
It goes forward,
Willy nilly,
Fleet-footed, speeding along,
Yet unsure, and like a ricocheted bullet,
Can end up anywhere,
Before it comes to its,
Always,
Too abrupt end,
In a geological nanosecond
Leaving us
Gasping
For one, final
Breathe--
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