Nativity lies halfway
between
life and death.

Within us lies
the mentor,
the leader,
the path.

When does the illusion morph
into
the percentages
of reality?

Why does fortune smile
upon the thin line,
leading those
into the valley,
fading away from death?

That very same
cruel coordinate
accepts hell
for reasons
that escape me.

How is it that
my infliction
is allowed
to raise life’s
pathetic pressures
higher,
distancing approaching days.

Nativity lies halfway
between
life and death.

I traverse,
rapid strides
over agony,

three quarters
of the way
toward mortality.

COPYRIGHT 2007 by Michael Bonanno

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