exorcism of parasites
sitting in a river of ghosts
watching regrets flow
through the red evening sky
in smoke scented clouds.
the warmth of the air
eclipses the coldness of memories shivering
in the viscosity of the conscious mind.
tidal waves of created illusions
shattered by the power of being;
the dark of the light
lifted by dragonfly wings.
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