Gusto.

Let not
our sentience
amount to
nothing
more than
a mindless fear
of the tomb.

No, let us
use these hands
for art
and warlike
struggles
for peace.

Let our hearts
see
where our eyes
cannot,
and let our
souls cradle
one another
whilst we sleep.

Let our bodies
unite
embrace
exert
and rest
with grace.

And let us
find beauty
in our personal
hells,
victories
in our swiftest defeats.

Let us live
with the gusto
of the gods
we tried
to believe in!