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“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare


I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.

I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren, black, light-and-lifeless
the cold surface unrippled
yet trembles, wanting
a press, potential
shadows push
to escape
ruin.

Existence ...
babbles like the roiling rills of sudden spring
its actualization clear as mountain melt
relevance and tenor balancing yet
atop the point of sentience
let it run to meadows
ebbed and mindful
to blossom full
in spite of
ruin.

Life ...
miracle precise to bear from the womb - LOVE
solitary intent and pursuit of true worth
the lifeblood - sacred and timeless
should all and all slip the bonds
a warm breath will yet sigh
its wings, unseen, soar
it IS all and its echo
pulse immortal
blessed of
ruin.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.

~ Honorable Mention ~  in the "Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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