I don’t know what’s come over me;
It must be something massive, though.
At no point have I felt this free,
In recent days or long ago –
As if I’ve found an open door
Where none’s existed up till now;
And, through it, lies a golden shore
Whose beauty shines likes stars – and how!
It isn’t that I’ve changed my mind
Or slipped out of a prison cell,
But that I’ve simply left behind
The ashes of a burnt-out hell.
And now there’s nothing I need do;
I’m but a form that life lives through.

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

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