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The Paradox of Living & Dying in the Sky
Every night is a dark night
Of soul,
Soul searching
&
Working
To work out the inner workings
Of the self -
Shifting shapes,
Stealth,
Like shadows
Speaking
In swinging,
Sun lit gallows -
Producing
Shallows, hit
With dust
&
Heights of
Halos,
as One spoke
In
Zeroes, to the sky:
The greatest freedom
Is to not care whether you live or die.
Published 11th Mar 2022
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