I am born into light.
Reborn to escape darkness.
I reborn.
Excavate to rise.
I rise to reconcile.
In mortally excruciating perpetual loops of a hyperactive laboring self.
Trapped in delusions of fallen dreams.
A silent resurrection a posteriori of divisive thoughts.
Each thought is rebirth, the opportunity to escape or bathe, and the acceptance of the unleashing imperfection of man.
I reborn now.
A life’s false heroics.
