Span of Adversity

Ye who
Made me whole
Made me mad

Art thou the one
That made me immortal
And also made me insignificant

Our combined efforts
Match up nicely with a real life
After wandering in the desert

It's not only
That which is beautiful and temporary
That which is filled with joy and mirth

What stands
To tie down, gets kicked
For stability, and also by accident

In all instances
We are the most complete
We are the most identifiable

By no small chance
We reason as statues
Act as bee stings
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8.7.12

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