The Phoenix

I m the cut branch that has regrown

and has another home to call my own.

Different from anything else known,

I live the Universe's lives all alone.

With a hot heart that's vexed

and a gaze so perplexed,

I gaze at the candle dangling on the mirror's edge

that lights the truth hidden behind the hedge.

I will soon have to kill you in my mind :

How much different will you be a find ?

Reflections await for those who gaze within

and the candle's light looks so dim

to me every now and then :

Will those who venture for the truth awaken again ?

Too long have I been roaming around,

avoiding what must be found.

The Phoenix looks onto the ground :

From ashes to ashes, he sits on top of the mound.

He seeks the answers of life and death

that were asked for since his first breath :

The answer to his reveries

are the origin of his memories.

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