To the Love of Life

How life and death are
clinging on to each other
like wraps and woofs,
timelessly
in the endless
textile of time.

Like,
each trilling breather of the daylights
knots individually
to the night hums' of nullities,

When
that remorselessly a warrior
droves
the vile thistle of penetration of passion
into his heart

To tender
the red-rose of his death
to the love
of life!