satishverma
Knowing-Self
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The tragedy of going
in the sea of pain to find the strawman.
I will not abandon the ruins.
In the abyss, I was in
pause. You remember the bluebirds
flying over the flames.
It was a miracle. I was
drinking a cup of hemlock like honey.
sitting away from the pile of ash.
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