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To Hell and Back


A gloomy dark hall, fluorescent lights still dancing

to the heart beats of the barely living

and those who’ve died

 

Passing by frowned faces

of hard times and

those who must survive

 

Like me, evolved hearts to stone

bitter sweet nature

with foundations of fear

 

Motivated by radio waved dreams

and their second childhood

baby tears

 

Embracing fellow semioticians

who return their gestures to an equally

minded and well tested champ

 

A conqueror of himself

and of the outside world

has now returned to camp

 

Smoke still smoking from my soles

showing much evidence of walls crumbled

and demons demolished

 

Suited in my best,

emerging from the Blacksmith’s water

for now I am evenly polished

 

The reincarnated parable has ended

and the Lost Son

has returned

 

Fluorescent lights still tinkle

in the hall, awaiting

for the next soles to burn

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