Again.

And as your body falls apart around you,
What’s left will grow another;
Like carcinisation, it moves ever closer
To what we ought to be.

Pick up the shell you outgrew,
Frame it, burn it, write about it,
Take a photo that sits lifeless
In a book, forgotten, on the shelf.

Feel the ground like gospel;
It’s never been this new.
Dig deep with digits unfamiliar
Unearth something wholly.

Stumble, pick yourself up.
Stumble, get up again.
Stutter, crack, stumble,
Get. Up.

again. And again. And a

Gain ground from the past
Take light from the future
Molding life out of inanimate
Like you’re your own god.

One day, too, your skin will shed
You’ll molt and peel out, fresh,
New.
Your skin will touch air, new breath,
New words,
To describe your birth,
Again

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