lost beyond despair, hope of innocence
I ask this question of I, mysteriously of me
would it be inhuman to rid the world of sin?
trees chained by roots, birds chained by air
this asking in innocuousness, flesh flickering
a fire so full and bright burns of eternal light
lifeless of this, I ask this question fearless & free
to believe, would make a sound to my soul-tree
to believe, art of listen to cries of bird-skies to free
each line it seems rhymes with my truth
another life waiting in vain, connection with this pain
so mundane, so transcendental and far from me
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