Poem – Sublimation (By Fabrice B. Poussin)

Sublimation

 

The decades have passed it appears,

a body has evolved into that of a giant,

the soul contemplates the achievement

so high, a little strange, exploring

its surroundings once again in awe.

 

Comfort and fear fill this heart,

trapped in a cage, never broad enough,

seeking liberation, a final revelation.

 

So much knowledge, a little wisdom;

the stretched envelope tingles;

it is a tease, a tickle from far beyond,

but a torture for there is no relief;

the prison too expands fast and great.

 

Tending, hoping to reach into the distance;

released from the shackles so heavy,

so he may cross over and show his true self.

 

Bit by bit, in a complete explosion of senses,

giving away all of who he is, has been,

will ever be; trapeze artist without a net,

his only wish, to be caught again,

in a caring embrace before the fatal fall.

 

Sublime, dust of light, and precious stones,

a spectacle to enchant even hardened passers-by,

to be at last; for a chance to live among stars.

 

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