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Casting the Husk
Written: August 26, 2026 ************ When I lose this lantern, let no mournful cry, Nor grief-clad wail lament the soul set free; My ribs release the breath that sought the sky, And clay-bound chains shall fall away from me. For I will be free I am the fire no fetter ever held, or simper crept The wing that soared beyond the walls that wept; The dark was shallow, and the veil was frail— I cast the husk; the cage is empty, pale. For I will be free I walk the path that heaven laid for me, No seam, no parting—only light and grace; Let not clay-born mourn my flight to foresee, For dawn awaits beyond this darkened place. For I will be free So let no tolling bell or dirge proclaim, I pass unbarred beyond the body frame; The body was but a guest; I am the flame, And dawn unseals the urn, beyond all name. For I will be free Don't cry for the heavenly wing or the clay. I am the light that outlives the fading day; Grieve not prison; let the soul that lives rise, The soul lives on; only the husk dies; For I will be free Ask no door or tomb to stop my flight, From dusk to eternity, I am free in light.
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