Life

Life is a vacation from oblivion
[a pair of terminologic oblivions, actually]
a gift to enjoy – crawling, walking running –
not a riddle to scratch like a child annoys a scab.
It is no different from an ordinary day
except, of course, in time frame,
with a dawn and a dusk and a fire at noon
and whatever else it is, if there’s no love in it
it’s surgery without anesthesia

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