The roses are
coming:
decimated place
of ruins
and a stark path
of resilience
opens itself
through the
crashing dusk of
this day.
A nerve wrecked
man looks
for an out post,
unfortunate;
one who has
nothing is an
animation of
accent and color.
Your liberty lies
in nothingness:
you’re only free
when you are
nothing but
speck in a light
so broadly
catastrophically
large.
You’re free only se
of your creed,
you’re free only
of your religion.
One day, when you
step into it,
you’ll feel the
resolute freedom.