Every Day

You are the best material.

You are the invitation.

Everyone accepts.

If you want hospitals, mad-houses & war

you shall have them.

You can grow a beard, maybe you can.

Your body splits into two legs if it can.

The merchant screams if you give away your fruit.

The strategic plan of the cosmos

has a continuous improvement process

firmly in place in you.

You are the resurrection of all the dead.

When you live it is as yet.

The present is an horizon that will not be abandoned.

Every day is your closest approach.

 

 

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