the herding of the wording

If I will not hold on for very life

to words that will uncover and will grow

the meaning that maintains and grows in strife,

to then bring mind and will that would be known

and grow in turn, itself to know and love;

then łife will not grow in me as it's meant 

to grow from one stage, to the one above;

from single celled, to multicelled, still bent,

constrained within a womb, yet comf'tåble.

But when uncomfort grows till birthing pangs

would seem to tear apart this life so full,

this process take us past the pair that hangs 

about in chillax manner for "the time" -

they say it is "the time of life", but heart

pumps life beyond the world inside the hye-m-

man's finish line that's broken at the start.

Then I will stay at stage one or stage two,

which have a place, quite necessarily.

We're like an evolutionary zoo, 

where life keeps growing 1 to 2, then three…

It's not that motive force comes from the self,

but then again, it trully is that way,

the early levels do not end in "health"

unless you take the bigger view and say

that life from the next level up, bends down

providing motive force and bringing out

the best, that's yet to come. You will not drown,

unless you stay inside - where might come drought.

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