A life is the darnest trip to be on
to be heavy on the earth
to breathe the sweet air
and exhale fetid
to be aware
all tastes smells hues
coursing of currents
the whole hog
of love hate inbetween
engineered by chemical reactions
to be entered
tested by insights
to seemingly find answers
and soon after – questions
and then as an afterthought
to die
a strange way to spend time
this seems odd
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