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I AM LiFe. I know death, AND death knows me and flees to
the fleas, where death doth reside in the form of a plague.
I live on the Edge of Light from where I cast my word.
Haven't you heard? I've sent it everywhere ungird.
My absurd WORD can be overheard by the bird AND the Kurd.
Yes, even by an orange turd, a bee and a flea.
Are you sure that you really want to phuck with me?
I made everything that you see. Just look in the sea and
there you'll find me, spinning spirals many aplenty.

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P.S.
This poem is a work in progress and will continue to evolve.

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