vibrant as salt in the face at the shore
composed
almost automatic
a mastery of act and thought
conducting ourselves through
our lives...
gleaming in the sun
every move casting reflections
and in this fullness
the wicked
realization
that we are
most alive
near the end of that life....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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