At some brief point,
in the animation of human guise…
we displace a large segment, of the design of flight to fight.
So we lead with a semblance of civility…
though still breathing in, the traces of departure.
Yet…inert we will still become.
When the soul distillates itself, languidly from the body
and all that emerges in form…is a shell,
atop… a lovely head.
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