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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.