Ciggy Ciggy!

i die numerous times everyday:
exhaling my soul to a dancing of a gray lifeless smoke. rendering my brain to a halt as i look to the void of the corporate window. opening my eyes to a green brick road that starts and circles back to where it came from, under my bed.

forced agreements on papaer torn. homemade swords. blood on dead leaves. cries reaching to the careless moon. a century ago slaughter of starved hope and skin-wrapped bones.

it could be like that four years ago if i have looked at it as a revolution. but i was static like a rock, thrown in a pond. under the water i was sedimented by unseen currents. until a lily laid a seed that gracefully fought the currents and embraced my solid surface. its little fingers found its way to my core and nested roots that broke my hard pieces until i beacame a member of its veins. we stemmed to the surface. we dictated the flow of the current. we painted leaves on the hollow of air. we bloomed a scent that melted the clouds.

now i see the light of the sun again.

i should live to die some other deaths. i should wage revolutions that is like 100 years ago from yesterday. this year's independence day had a face that wanted to look like today. i am free.

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