We hold both life and death in our hands
feel the flux of the current of life
when it jolts and when it wanes
Hear the cries of the baby
the moans of the aged and the tender heartbreak
of every single thing in between
Take quiet steps looking only to the morning
when your heart is heavy and dark
Look to the evening holding the sliver of silver moon
in your brain to illuminate the pathways safely to yourself
Hold onto to the knowledge that the rhythm will build
and your heart will once again swell pushing chemicals into your
feet and you will sprint
Wondering where the time is going
wind in your face not looking back
The current of life runs parallel to the current of death
they run together they burn together to create
the fabulous fury that is our lives
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