Life - Never

Life. Or that which is had, or that which has you, or has perhaps us, beyond the quotation mark's reach. That which bumps and repeats beyond the stop of the comma; is unhindered by the period or dot or full stop. That thing that hums about the sofa, around the big chair, around your seat on the train - whether you're there or not, and keeps on even after the train's stopped. Life. That keeps going. Unsullied by the hectoring want of a semi-colon to stagger the beat; a colon to dam it and force explanation: that thing that keeps on and on. Through open speak mouths - centers of the faces of babies or the aged or us. Through open doors, that center us like pages center our writing as we walk on through. Life. A four letter word. That looks like a life itself - start at the top of the grandest looking L, surf on down - as life would have it - till you're just a tittle on your i, and you bounce, and bounce furled by the quiff topped f, before the e curls you in again, embryo. Life. A ride. A long pull through a lettered word. But try as the word might they will catch us - never