There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit upon the body.
The kiss of death we look forward to our whole lives,
the touch of divine upon the body.
We struggle
We wiggle
We storm
We accept
We go with the flow -
the acceptance of the inevitable
is a freedom not withheld.
So many of us do battle with life
We go to sleep in death, inhaling the old --
We wake up in life exhaling the new --
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