Emergence
I emerge
each day I die
clandestinely
but the universe is spying me on
for masking the ashes
grey ruins of my soul
awake
and those bits of life
as reals as apprehended
the ones i structure... the return
for a question of resurrection
i come back in the death's placing in
where i am dead
another time i'm only lignt and tumult
another time i'm just shadow and silence
otherwise
i emerge again from an old stagnation
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