Free From Fear (Pt. 1)

I experience freedom when

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A truly unadorned light becomes

My home

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Fully aware of my actions

Roughly patched paths perish

Excavation of my innermost thoughts – an

Elegy for the

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Fragmentation of lies

Roaring from other people’s mouths, I’m riding

On my own crest of a wave –

My inner haven

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Fury, frustration, fear fibres

Experienced in times in-between

Are not there anymore

Rammed into a climactic catastrophe

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When I write

Hyaenas vanish

Every word, image, thought in my mind matters

No matter what happens anywhere else

Even enemies evaporate

Vanquished in an argument

Estranged in their tautology

Ruminating about illogical, illicit issues

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I weave, I thread, I rip off

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When I write I

Really read my ripe fruits from my innards

Inhaling scents, savours, sounds

They tend to help me with that

Elevated state of mind

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