Once laid on fire-bed conniving at sub-zero
Once laid on sub-zero-bed conniving at zeitgeist
Once laid in a grave conniving at sub-darkness
Once eaten up the pulp of condensed luminescence
Once eaten up the macrocosm conniving at God
Punishable offence.
Now I am life, a microcosm showing circus
On the earth a micro-sphere.
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