ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

First Breath
How shall I take my first breath? As a torrent of alien liquid violently gulped and followed by the scream of annunciation? Or with the velvety softness of a heart slipping into captivity - abandoning self in renunciation? And what of my last breath? Shall it be a cheerless release from the heavy irons of remembrance - regret given up in resignation? Or the laughing gale of Zephyr proclaiming a lifetime victory - justifiable cause for extradition? And which is Life? The unbearable carnal tingling between first and last breath? Or the serene joy between last and first? 14 VI 2009
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