Imagine if lightning came down from heaven and struck away all your obstacles!

If you were the favored one, then all your soliloquies mattered.

I know the things I imagine hold me like manacles.

Between the flash and the thunder, your world shatters.

Twin towers fall and the ground becomes level.

Mean streets average the distance between you and others.

Every day fills with breaths you might not have taken.

Can you imagine that, never having died? Or remembered birth?
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Both what doom decreed and rebirth redeemed,
Are one thing in creation's perfect scene.