The Rebel
When life detonates
and a well ordered life
shatters and leaves pieces
dangling like space dust
you can curl up in a corner
and leave it as is, or you can
dance to your own tune like no
one is watching and make art out
of destruction and hope the the end
result will be a beautiful and
meaningful life well lived
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