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Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.

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One last look at the man I am

–the one I want to be.

 

One fresh look at the man I am

–the one I am forced to be.

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Laying it all down
I don my old
Monk’s pendant.

Once again
I let myself
Give up myself.