...and so this meandering existence fades
the horrible shrieks of inner self muted, tamed and obsolete
our long longing returned to its beginning -- inconceivable, undeniable
with room to spare in its unending vastness
and we, poor particles, surrender ourselves willingly
killing our sweet metaphors
laying down our wills like bloodied weapons
trumpeted in only by everlasting stillness we return --
home
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