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I comprehend the days when rays do shine and Ra does set 
When inner soul and façade connect, 24 hours in one day gave me breathe, that’s 1,440 
seconds closer to death rather than oxygen left. Aspire to build that dream shape that 
atmosphere, win a Nobel peace prize, become Man of the Year
Build homes in the smog inner city ghettoes, where blocks and countenance of lost souls 
decay and rust, maybe spread poetry and love as well as a monumental philanthropist, 
raise seeds that spread, root, bud fruit, then trees, then yield juice to saturate the Earth 
with only sweet  organic humanity
Turn impossible into “Can it be” then push shriveling raisons of doubt into the fathoms 
of Davie Jones’s locker, to the depths of no man’s land where oxidation and sea level 
pressure crush submarines into aluminum cans, cans where can’t conforms to can, 
starve doubt and feed your faith, slow and steady wins the race, but more than 
anything,, remember without tree-shaking fear, find that passion and equilibrium, killing 
opposition and the antagonizing meniscus, swiftly remember that life through birth is not 
a boomeranging discus, life never comes back so dream, execute, relax and become 
life’s subtle screenplay until the script and its cast wilt into debris of cremated urns 
holding dreams, aspirations, and the well worked remains of me.

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