Looking Out
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Consciousness
Can be freed
From the body
And with it
The pain which ploughs
ItsÂ’ course
Through this
Too-tiny, constricted shell,
Slashed wrists
gapes blood rivulets
Flowing down
In heavy plops
Like blessing
Look at the cadavers
Empty of pain
They gleam
Pale and luminescent
With divine insight -
This one is kinda inspired by Liz's last piece -Dust.
Somehow the image of the character in that one looking out of the window made me want to write something in a similar vein. Liz, hope you dont mind?
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Nice image especially the last stanza.
Keep up the good work.