Long have I been buried under
Paying the price for wilfull surrender
No longer willing to carry the weights that
drag me down
May the fury of the imbecile spew or the Gods
frown
I need to fly close to the sun,
Like Icarus may my wings burn
But let the ashes of my being lie
Let no Phoenix resurrect and fly
I want my soul, from the afterlife, to craft
from those ashes
A thousand serpent heads, more venomous as each
lashes
Not unto others, like Hydra, but entering
into my own core
Every tentacle snatching the burdens of the other
souls it bore
Cast into stone, even as they were in their
living selves
I want my soul to become Medusa to these
pitiful shells
And then clasping these limpets in every
destructive curl
My soul will dance in the timeless cosmic dervish
whirl
Ever expanding, ever growing, with every step
I trace
Until they are flung out into an unknown time
and space
Unburdened
Unfettered
Unfettered
Untethered
Unbound
The soul upon catharsis, will return to its
dream like reverie
Like a Satyr, wandering and carefree..
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