In the noise

In my encapsulated existence,
I strain to capture this
entire moment of eternity.
.
If I must learn to speak,
I will sing,
and
if I must remember,
I will learn to create
and breathe
.
and in the noise,
.
I pray myself awake-
unsure of the legitimacy of my memory.
I’m just a man made of meat
everyone eats
with a smile.
.
Growing on a rock;
coming into season.
Alive without a reason.
.
The body is sleeping.
.
If the fire grows on, it will consume me.
I tear at it’s beauty.

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