Absolution

Seeking daylight, I rise from the ashes,

To a realm of sorcery, paintings and glee,

Only to be blinded by flickering eyelashes,

Dawns, red masques and American bashes,

That escape comprehension, no land of the free,

And corpses seduce, in the Styx’s melee.

I shun the temptation to enter the fight,

Choosing to grasp the tale of the white,

That brightness that shimmers in the sky,

As stars collapse, as black holes die.

So nothing keeps me on the ground,

I’m free to explore, to hear my own sound.

Definitions blur, attritions thrive,

Chaos reigns, the theory’s alive,

Within my bleeding, phoenix heart,

I take the plunge, a spiritual dive,

That pulls heaven and hell apart,

Leaving the world to finally start.

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