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| Artist Credit: Teja Krašek |
‘Tis early Christmas morn
seated at Cronos surrounded
with freshly fallen snow
in the pitch of a not so lonely
oubliette — ensconced in a faux
fur skinned walrus quarter length robe
in the fashion of a Santa lined hoodie
journeys afford me a plethora
of illumination I’d never thought
possible. The contemplation of why
I survived too much always
landed in my cortex
the ability to properly comprehend
why I was put on this earth
that resisted my being — coated
in extreme nonacceptance
a raw bull in a china shop
that actively sought change
as humans we regenerate
and all cells are replaced
every seven years or so
my next annihilation
will occur at 49 my 7th one in fact
each pirouette brings with it a cycle
of not only adversity but also a sense
of heavy fortification through
all the shifts into the stereospace
of a world that constantly muses
simultaneous devastation
and prosperity
there will be a myriad of essences
who have travelled from the days of old
to guard against any annihilation
the wisdom of the ancestors
something everyone should be open
to – the energy of all those
who reside in my body
who watch as I fall and land
an erect effigy
composed of human bone
and flesh with the wisdom
of the ages
a secret I will keep
heavily guarded
at present
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