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Shrugpoop
Life is life
Flashing before your eyes
For life is death
Calmed down
And spread out like a map
Like newborn seeds about the soil
Like butter about the fertile toast
For weapons are caucasian
And the beehive is the moon about the oak
For if your life flashes before your eyes
At the moment of your death
Who's to say that all of life
Isn't an illusion
Of what's just happened
One elastic moment
Stretched out to its cliffs?
