My Flesh Softly Whispering
my flesh is softly whispering, "i am dead."
as my Mind gently escapes all of Humanity\
that i am/was now/once human: no regrets.
the price of tuition
with the mansion of illusionary fantasy.
All toll: the age of forgiving
is slightly gowned within white laced
/unbelieving until the moment of
Learning & remembering we are not just
flesh now but before purest Spirit.
And we are free! If it rings truth.
:: 01-19-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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