A Last Card
We die
but once
while living
through a horror
a thousand times
We die
but once
ignoring
what our freedom
most defines
All life’s
a choice
our future claimed
when dealt
at our behest
Another
chance
to beat the dealer
the trump card
— in our vests
(Septa R5: March, 2026)
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Philosophical inquiry on mortality and freedom balanced with personal stakes
Dense compression of existential ideas, multiple concepts per line
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Rich metaphor: death, dealer, trump card, freedom as abstract concepts
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