Live

You must live

You have no choice

It is what you do

Find rhythm

Make rhyme

The heart's

Iambic

Beat

Is a march

Played to the rush

Of blood

Past vessels

And openings

To the Delta

Of fortune and ruin

That we call

Life.

Run to it

Do not fear it

Embrace all,

Inhale all,

Revere all,

Rejoice in all,

Remember all,

Consecrate all:

Leave nothing behind.

Consume yourself

In the heat

Of your own flame

And be remembered

By your atoms

As the

Conquering Creator

Of Oneness

That rededicated

Them

To

God.

--Mr. Gobley