The Most Beautiful
M M.J. Lemon
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Alive in doubt danger or hope
from burial to birth- Acceptance
of any invitation makes for grief or mirth
More often taken and spilled
Than honoured and cherished-
in absentia the clay is clay.
Its life courses through corridors
not sanguine but imperturbable
As I rush past, you stop
you- tranquil, free;
I feel in control but where
senses angle inward
The wonder on earth,
the most beautiful being
blossoms in shadows fleeting
with one too arrested, unseeing
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