I metaphor in life


Life is a perpetual one-way commute unto an inevitable and mysterious last-stop, replete with finite moments of corporeal live-dying, where infinite stimuli randomly-chaotically enter, loiter and depart a transit system amok with truths, questionings and beliefs within physicalities encompassing divergent-convergent experiences, dispositions, volatilities, judgements and lessons (among other specific reasonings and sentiences,) amidst augmenting assembly of fate, hope, luck and, especially, time (and other run-ons,) in fleeting euphony-cacophony astride its precious, puzzling, perilous and often paradoxical path.

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no.14 pork-fight

These are fighting words –
There are no bones about it!
Place precious pulled pork

no.6 shadows-hillside

Lights in the city,
Whether day or night sublime,
Make their shadows still

no.5 rejuvenate-hammock

When it seems too much,
Find time to rejuvenate
And dream about hope