Birth and death
seemingly extreme
yet somehow intertwined
within the greater scope
of soul's imagining

Can we have one
without the other, though?

and oh, the throes that come about
in striving to accept
all that life expects
and in this great expectancy
somehow forms a need
to understand

all within a reprimand
of some greater power's will
that seems to bruise
yet in its wound
awakens us to find
a world beyond the mind
where image is ethereal
primordial in a thought and feel
of base beginning

Archetypal
crystal in formation
at the base and the beginning
of all form . . .

?Michaelette?