Mother of Invention

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Another day
Another question
Another trial
Another discovery
This is the cycle of life
You understand the truth by the way
It squirms deliciously in your hands
Every time you try to hold it
You learn to speak its name in broad daylight
While reading its big brown eyes
Searching for clues within the silent pauses
Of its day to day existence
In between breaths of refreshing air
You listen
You ask
You accept
You grow
You notice the exact camber of its stigma
Preaching ever so passionately
From the bitter lessons it has taught your kind
You protect its innards with bubble wrap
Coiling around its most sensitive regions
So that it can survive the final impact unharmed
You learn the timing of all things living
And dying
Knowing when to breathe
When to smile
When to quit while you’re ahead
When to catch the bait between your teeth
And spit it out like snake venom
When to lay your heavy head on another’s lap
And invent new ways of counting sheep
Another day
Another question
Another trial
Another discovery
Ah, ain’t life grand?!

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