[MD] Life and Death

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Speaking of Metaphysical First Slices:

In the matter of life and death, my friend
It'll wiggle or it'll just sit still
There ain't much in between, my friend
It wanders to and fro; where it will.

The thunder of a drum
The warmth of the coal
Skin against skin
The quickening of a soul
Seeds cast on a breeze
Eggs laid in foam
It feels right when it's slipping
Into its comfort zone

Gasping and sucking 
It's way into life. 
It turns upon itself and smiles.
Casting about for kindred
And pursuing necessity
According to it's kind
Feaster and feasted

The slash of a paw
Shudder 'neith fur
The smell of decay 
It happens in a blur

It's the Sense of Senses
That defines it; 
Processes and Refines it.
We see, we feel, we think, we know
Life does not require death, until 
It runs out of places to grow.

There is plenty for now
Let's go to sleep
Die the little death once more
It's cold where it's deep

You can spot them in a moment
Those things that move and breathe
They spring up from the ground
They float upon the air.
They breathe water and they breed.
They spin webs of silk and tales of love. 
They flow into capillaries of probability 
And build cities of sand and glass.
As life and death strobe renewal at each iteration

Do you believe that life and death matter, my friend?
You wanna wiggle or ya' gonna just sit still?
Until you're forced to choose, my friend!
You can wander to and fro; where you will.

Spiraling thorough the cycle
As life and death strobe renewal at each iteration
at each iteration 
at each iteration 
at each iteration 
at each iteration

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