Of Being Alive

Light of a dream

That bursts bright from a shell

Cracked open on the pavement

After long and final fall

Like purple flames

Into the silence of dawn

And the cold air awoken

From a journey in sleep

Where fear and affection

Blended together,

Where demons were tame

And saints, sinners, death and rebirth

All one and the same.

See the gold twirl, rising

In coils of blue smoke

Whirling mist of glitter

Those fragments of thoughts

Fly like ashes

To the zenith of a new day.

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