I'm Seeing God
When the last images,
loud details,
Garish lights blinding
my eyes,
Yet I adore you,
as salvations,
as ointments
to my earthly pains,
.
These entries,
I meet as freedom,
as body shackles disrobed,
Arteries disconnect
like light bulbs,
I'm flying to in a speed of light,
at the end of my existence,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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