born into this,
you push on, your day
is your day
then onto the next
and further
into your life
calendar. each page
not torn away,
but slowly peeled
and sent off,
released into the wind
of each new season.
you are born into this,
against your will,
as you will die
at your appointed time,
also, against your will.
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