The pain of teething.
The dust of shedding
The graying of hair
To memories no longer there
I was alive before I was born
And I’ll be alive when I’m gone
But for now I hold a human form
To witness the universal song
– particles of light and sound
Usher emotions so profound
That is the beauty of living
A beauty to which life is bound.
NEW POETIC ORDER 
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