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Aug 2019
Can calamity turn to serendipity?
As all should happen with a reason,
could the turnings’f fate
be brought about
to conquer inner demons?

Might we rise, unbound,
in freedom,
as phoenix from ash?

Could inner fire be quashed
to be rekindled?
Are not we unbridled by chance?

Are we yet lost but found
again in our advance?

Where first to swim 
in drifts ‘n dregs, as drags 
of denser things 
should hold fast 
our frail bodies, 
thereupon the first breath 
of earth’s clean air 
are we alight, 
and therein-lightened. 

To start a walk upon new legs,
evolved to live on land
in vague untempered
night and day;
to sleep beneath the stars
and lay away in homes so vast;
so ever layered.

Then should we climb
upon the freest heights,
and rise no further, lest we fly?

Then should we take to falling
just the same, to catch a breeze
and drift away?
Dan Hess
Written by
Dan Hess  27/M/MO
(27/M/MO)   
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     acacia and Bogdan Dragos
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