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Shooting Time

life conspires against us
from the first breath,
we are coddled and 
protected, 
in our tribes
and pride


until we find the crossroad,
with a never-ending
path branching out


and we explore
this firmament
that covers our orb


we fly to the stratosphere
and dive backwards
doing back-flips 
into nothing


all the while the duel and duck 
with the reaper continues,
but I’m putting him on notice 
I can shoot the fuzz off a peach


I know, I can’t out shoot him forever
but I can buy more time 


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