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All We Know On Earth

4/5/19

the truth, so brutal

It feels like a trial

by fire, and mutual

an arson with no fuel


of the palace of illusion

whose majesty retires

dripping tears of justice

while it extinguishes 

 

in the dust, a little me

growing, fraying weed

coiling sapphire ring

never ending seed


the rise of who I must be

with no master, no crown

the soul that I carry around

the body I can see, proud


stepping to the funeral

of my presumable

masterpiece character

a secret event, only doable


in secret, a chewing

first communion, of

my body and soul reunion

I am again re-born


is a fate pick l cannot fathom 

I am the one, gone

again, the same person

in a fire circle of unions


to walk bare, a nude

a masterpiece raped

stolen and found back

in the same place, in flesh


it hurts, it poison the veins

it is a push through a  stone

it is a flight I had in past won

still plough down my mellow


in the bone, I look up

stubborn, and finally light

I saw, my eyes not sore

anymore, the output of turmoil


of the spring in the soil

of the wind in the glass

of the sapient craft

out of the dirtiest mud 


shine that  I mourn

and long in the meanwhile

the innermost drive

to find all we know on earth

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