to grow and die each day
and live the life of a thousand faces
each that would freely spit upon the rest

to twirl unceasingly
caught within the all-consuming whirl of dervishes
the storm chase writ small

ebb, flow, growth, …decay
our obsessions and indifferences
all the futility of flesh laid bare
like putrid brain matter that slurs words

you live today. scream it. you are alive. again, you are alive.