The gift of Life
is the promise of Death
which at first, as a curse, is wrapped
and tied with a knot that unravelled reveals
in forever, forever you're trapped

Life's lesson, listen closely
come in and shut the door
Lessen, lessen, lessen...
ended up with more

Hip bump It with a tooth gripped grunt
Jaw cocked, brow arched and cheery
No promise, but, It might reveal
-- again, it's just a theory --
What you have known all along
yet have all along suspected
There is no sight that you can see
that It's not first inspected
There is no place that you can be
that It's not there before you
And when you leave what you leave behind
Instead of less there's more you