I was a germ,
A speck in a distant sphere.
I burrowed and I dug through wild frontiers.
I woke in the morning,
Fresh from the night’s light,
Where I no longer dream, only steal the mistakes of the day.
Before I remember beauty
and the journey of a single breath through the caverns of my lonely soul.
I know I will fight
with every cell of my being.
Fight with two fingers raised proudly to the sky.
Fight with the desire of a plucky bacteria.
Burrowing, digging, stealing, clinging.
I’ll fight even though I know I won’t win.
Now, in this cold dewdrop shine,
I find that I see through the lies in my teeth.
A majestic infinity
where the match never mattered,
never flamed, only flattered.
To deceive what I believe in -
the fear that I’ll leave -
with no hope,
strung from the rope.
I know better now.
Though I don’t know quite how.
As I wave to the crowd,
Nod my head, puffed-out proud.
This is and it was one hell of a blast!
From the very small first, to the very small last!
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