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Coming Back to Life
Carry me through the atmosphere,
sling me against your naked hip
with mind intent on digging through
transitions of leaves on the wind,
Send me through conscious reflection
of laconic happiness and distant dejection
in the beating drums of resistance,
Settle me comfortably, yet to know
the paradoxical extent of self-awareness,
Position me with control in my mind –
let me realize those holy drops of death,
and therefore, the coming back to life.
sling me against your naked hip
with mind intent on digging through
transitions of leaves on the wind,
Send me through conscious reflection
of laconic happiness and distant dejection
in the beating drums of resistance,
Settle me comfortably, yet to know
the paradoxical extent of self-awareness,
Position me with control in my mind –
let me realize those holy drops of death,
and therefore, the coming back to life.
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