Life

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some may say

the sum of deeds

seeds that feeds a shape of clay

do not amount in any way

random chance

just a glance

of order

before mayhem and disorder

this life which we portray

on a canvas every day

is just a senseless big array 

entropy, anarchy

there’s no key

to this cypher

for our minds to decipher 

and i wonder

ponder to find a reminder 

of meaning

in this passing state of being

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