defies death with every verse.
we are more than death,
and less than the snail’s journey.
it be not the lie clothed in many words,
but the scar revealed on the naked breast!
and genius itself some small miracle,
like walking on water,
or painting the moon.
the beauty lies in that which
we cannot perfect….
in that which already ‘is’!
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