Martyr

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Stretching the dimensions

as a martyr into infinity,

waste whirls as emptiness.

The world and reality diminish.

We know to keep the candle

enough aglow in the dying

hush of night and darkness.

Creatures change dramatically---

adaptive intuition

so strives to stay alive.

Our plight is eternal.

The newborn remembers only

existence of a key

surging the invisible ubilical.

 

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