' breathing a paradox '
what ought to be ought not to be
this matter of the mind is grey
society's a different jungle
look-alike predators and prey
touch now the birth touch now the death
teeter-totter contradictions
wonder why the sober dodder
undiscernable addictions
clings to the ground grasping the sky
my house is on the horizon
bits of a night bits of a day
twilight embers,burn,in autumn ..
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