Do
you know a place
somewhere outside of life where
once, death did and does not walk? Mine
is a different history, told
and re-told in the telling
always with a novel disposition. But
when I a single
day in the life of all goes back to
the stuff of earth and dreams
of dawn before men have conquered the
world won’t
you stop and think? Think: how
may we stand on death? How
is the bridge constructed that does not collapse
under the very weight of its own
construction and how
will you be a breeder of love?
metonymy4u 
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