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A Gaze Into Timespace
Wa
to our origin, pointless...
to our past, wise...
to our daily life, fruitful...
to our future, noble.
Box Made of Flesh
Wa
daily routine
daily tracks
railroad tracked
corner backed
soul suppressed
love diseased
no sense of spirituality
connections lost
self-pity won
distraught box undone
plead and scream with everyone
self-image mirrored by health
floating in a sea of myself
a vast ocean swimmed
one-hundred leagues, waves crashing in
a lifesaver extended
only rejected
couldnāt find faith
faith finds you
extend strength from weakness
cocooned uncertainty
no one but me to believe
metamorphosis, unknown time
step by step down the cold dark line
with each step, flesh stretched
until the flesh box unlocks
the real self exposed
self-deception removed
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