Rebirth an erasure. An awakening into what was once your grave,
Samsara (022)
DHBogucki
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life buries you

under piles of trash

shake your shoulders

and beat with legs and arms

the dumped accumulation

of hostile opposition

from unworthy others

push it all aside

but never forget this riot of yours

when you emerge from the cesspool

to reconquer the sunshine

in you and the moonshine

in your mind

never erase always remember

but neutralize and evacuate

put those social feces

on the pile outside

for it to become the manure

of your further life

till the final departure

parts you from that tailings heap

forever

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