Spirit

Putting an end to wilderness of the mind.

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Genesis

Look, how little by little

I have become me,

Levitating above ground,

Yet my spine anchors me.

Hair vibrating in the air of electricity,

Like petals of a flower facing the sun.

Here, now, from all that bore,

Resuscitating the self back

From the coffin I wore.

January, 2025

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