The Adversary: Hans

I am little bit in disbelieve,

Am I alive or am I dead?

I am aware enough to see no pillars beneath me,

Perhaps this is purgatory?

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A transcendence it is, my body is no longer an issue to be reconciled with.

I have surpassed the wisdom in the suffering.

I no longer grasp with fists but rather my path will be eternal. I see that now.

I will burn brighter than the sun that kept me foolishly seeking my own shadow.

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What is the truth of nature here?

I can’t bleed nor need nutrients, but I still feel a “purpose.”

I must be on the spiritual spectrum.

My mind is expanding, yet it has a void to fill.

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My flesh and bones must be mourning, wilting in a grave, but the soul is not.

The best explanation is to compare it to a sip of lemonade mixed with whiskey.

Or to say my soul feels like a breath of the wind given to leaves of a cypress tree.

I have no feet nor eyes, but rather, I have become a compass.

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If my past does not provide context to this new world,

then I must be lost.

Yet, I can see the faintest dirt road appear beneath me.

I am liberated – but I am now seeking . . .

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