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Love and Indifference
Though I know which be the finer wine to dine
One could not be certain of which holds the sharper knife
-When both cut deep;
down past the bone
-When both egnite gunpowder;
stardust found in the depths of soul
Though I know which be the finer wine to dine
One could not be certain if it is better to go by fire, or by ice
-When both grant reasons to think twice
-When both taste of poison
that lends breath to life
I know which be the finer wine,
but which then holds the sharper knife
Do we live by fire, or die by ice
One could not be certain
-so we each partake in the roll of dice
One could not be certain of which holds the sharper knife
-When both cut deep;
down past the bone
-When both egnite gunpowder;
stardust found in the depths of soul
Though I know which be the finer wine to dine
One could not be certain if it is better to go by fire, or by ice
-When both grant reasons to think twice
-When both taste of poison
that lends breath to life
I know which be the finer wine,
but which then holds the sharper knife
Do we live by fire, or die by ice
One could not be certain
-so we each partake in the roll of dice
Published 12th Apr 2016
| Edited 23rd Apr 2016
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28th Apr 2016 11:03pm
Love the flow and the subject matter! Great ponderings. I personally think I would rather go by fire than ice. Sure it hurts but at least you can learn something from the flame when it doesn't kill you... How does one find meaning if they remain encased in arctic structures? Though the structure may hold up, one would eventually lose purpose in performing maintenance. Gotta keep rolling that dice, hoping for better...
