Dying embers of a visage⁣
show flashes of returning hope⁣
Flooded libraries drying up⁣
Knowledge cannot be drowned⁣
even inside the sullen body⁣
even inside the dormant mind⁣
⁣
Dying embers of a visage⁣
show flashes of a time gone by⁣
Bubbling of gaps in memories⁣
like the time you saw her for the first time⁣
like the time you felt it all should end⁣
like the time you felt it shouldn’t ⁣
⁣
Dying embers of a visage⁣
or the dying of your own illusion⁣
Margins of insanity and your⁣
brush with the prison of time⁣
Realisations that you are free⁣
that everything comes and goes⁣
as it pleases, even words, even the lack of them⁣
⁣
The visage has died ⁣
The embers have vanished⁣
The lies merge into truths⁣
The ignorance into knowledge⁣
The knowledge into unlearning⁣
The unlearning into a clean slate⁣
The visage is born again⁣
You are born again

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Picture courtesy James Webb Telescope