Axis of Life
A turn-around
A twist and a twiggy lane
A tremor and a tepid footprint
A tale of a triad
A tissue tanned
This is a tipping point
An axis of life
Orthogonal to my dreams
Origami of whispers
Snake boat ripples in the shore
Shivering hand of a fisherman
A bloated vessel
Anchored on its own will
On the axis of life
Original silence
Is burning yet again
In the hours of madness
In a state of denial
I just embraced the gradient
Away from all the quadrants
Loving a locus of a marching ant
Born to be bonded in
Born to be burned out
Born to be boiling over
Born to be brewing ever
Is this beacon on the barren land
Incomplete as it is
Axis of life is still a tangent to itself
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