Intimately speaking
I must confess
that life seems
at times
like such a task
such a chore,
such an insurmountable
menacing piece
of a dream
and yet
with every breath
I take
I see the wonder
and the purpose
for being alive
for we are
on this Earth
children of the stars
and to the stars
we shall one day
go
in present form
or in the ethereal
skin
of a vessel
sailing
from the far
beyond...
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