It begins
ever so softly -
with the clenching of dirt around the toes;
The foot
Lands in burnt night silence
like tight sands of moonlit beach.
Propelling pains
strike
in silent echo -
Thrice 'for the
gasp
into emergence
on her bark.
And again ascending; even
when afflictions lacerate
The soles
Carrying us through.
Helotry's chains
vanquished with one
sharp absolution.
Soaking in gravity's loving arms
Emerge where
it begins
ever so softly, and
Our silent orb drifts on...
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