When the realization of mortality
embraces the need to live
the result is an awkward dance
and a cataclysmic kiss,
not dissimilar to
when matter and antimatter meet,
creating an expanding sphere
of gravitational waves
reaching out to
ever distant conclaves.
That kiss lets you know
that life is short
and although a day may seem long,
a year, not.
It also lets you know
that it is time to slow down
and a time to figure out
this life, this game
before limbs get tired
or just go, lame.
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