living on the shoulders
of the volcano
which follows its own
calendar always
moving towards
complete and utter
destruction without
regard for what
is happening on its
own skin;
the art of living life
moving along
with its circular pace
of planting and
seeding, watering
and havesting
all playing
out and repeated
without regard to
the sheer terror
that lies just below
the surface; the
art of living being
in the performance
and not in the winning.
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