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This Audacious Breath
The meaning of this seems to transcend time and space As if elevated into the mystical world of beyond The mind tries to trace this face, through the blackened cold. Alone, barren, stripped the quick. No longer hiding behind this monotonous façade Feeling as if there’s no place to run, no place to hide. Here I am to view, the people walk by, bland grey faces in the mist, of this, this crowded city of decay. But today, yes, today, is the day to pray to the wind the Mother Earth, because oh Goddess, I am alive! And I am free, and I live, I live, I live, I live to be me. continuously lifted past this mythical Earth, and transcended beyond into a spiritual realm. Where I am an individual with an affliction that neither be touched, nor moved, nor tamed. And it is in this space that I call time, where my movement, and my rhyme set me apart from all the rest. In this game, I am the jest. My name cannot be ascertained or comprehended. My confidence is contradicted. My face is not commonplace and yet I compete in this race, of the mundane and it’s all the same. I cannot feel. I cannot see. This is what is left of me. All that I must repress, because yes, yes, yes I am the jest.
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