Skin and Bones
Dust to dust
ashes to ashes will shall all return
with our regrets,
sins and wins erased from mother nature
our spirits effervesce into carbon
but fear not as energy cannot be destroyed only transferred
our lives once lived tangibly in a conrete jungle
has now been washed away with a faint petrichor lingering in the air!
Saturday 25th February 2023 1:20 am
Heretic
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
He...
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