"THE LIBERATION"
“THE LIBERATION”
I have ached as a quivering branch in the depth of winter
Layers and layers of ice encase me in their coffin
sealed with ageless desolation in a frozen wastland
Stripped raw and suspended in mid- gasp
And in these final spasm of life
Reality peeks out from eternity
Its abyss erupts in the space of my eyes
As the mushroom blooms in the sky for infinite instant
And existence is glimpsed in its…
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