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Inspiration

One tries to give romance to death
but death devours and hungers more;
It's fulcrum turns a switch, expire
our dreams, our hope, our breath.
 
We find ourselves knocked to the floor;
The Club Pugilist will never retire.
The exclusion of those drawing breath 
Temporary,  by definition, ever more.
 
So tug on the rope, avoid the fire
and burn of the effort, to death.
We cannot but fill our breath still more 
And hope, at length, to inspire.

- Simon Huggins, 28th December 2001