Impulse

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Impulse

Born to the wind in its' ever fickle fate,
rising and falling in  the whirls of Love and Hate.
Fuelled with obsession, frightened by most...
a mind full of fears and unGodly host...
Blood pumping to keep the heart alive,
yet is it life or merely overdrive....
Existence spent on things remembered...
futures spoiled by fears of November...
A life in turmoil, placated by fear...
Another day is always near...

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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Time 1
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Time and Space 0
Un 0
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