Welcomed death enveloped me,
a cocoon built of dramatized fear
and unrequited hypnotic obsession.
An almost-year of forced stability
void of compassion...
a deafening concave.
Broken way beyond the heart,
wrapped tight against the frost
and blister threatening sun.
Terrified into fearlessness,
I lost all I thought I had
to find the only things I need.
The soul of the Divine Paradox
is conscious bliss.
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