The building that is body is quirky
it consumes air, food and love
without all this the walls crack
the building slides into mud, called grave
also named last resting place
the building is doomed in time and space
as it lives it dies, little by little
incorporating both life and death
however, it always demands more years to come
time is the gadget that sets it off
to have lots of it is sweet
but to lack time turns it petulant
It's not one for letting go
this building is BODY, not soul
the flesh holds flesh dear ...
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-21 12:18:00
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