Do you remember
before you arrived...
and consented
to be tied
bounded and
blind
the truths
you lived and
understood with
every
action of existence?
Did you forget them
in the black cell
you push and shuffle
pull and hustle
calling... calling... calling...
Now is here
where you take
empty things
make you feel
surrounded
alone
grounded
muddy sticks
humming for space
but you're smiling when
you shed them
and remember
open midnight
swimming waters
...
dance
trance
dance
trance
intoxicating
fires
fields
simple stars
simple wisdom
you are free
where you have
no things
and are content
until the dawn
the binds
the black cell
calling... calling... calling...
Laughing in a suspended moment
before the sun sings
embracing the
final moments before
calling... calling... calling...
There was a truth.
There was living.
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