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Breaking off the cobwebs

that turned my short time on Earth

into a menagerie of muted

grays and tenuous silver.

Opening the windows

letting in strands of honeyed warmth

and a lilting breeze tinged

with the heady aroma of

freshly cut grass and dying trees.

Swaying to the rhythm

of staccato drums and liquid bass

awkwardly expressing the deepest

desires of this newly mended heart.

Opening my arms

and enveloping myself in a blanket of smiles

realizing that the distant past

can always be changed when

another chance at life is bought

when the current journey ends.

Licking my lips

in the anticipation of fufilled promises

and shattered dreams in

the wake of a wildfire

disguised as a brief kiss.

Forgetting her name

in the midst of defeat

mispronouncing it as I return

to this mortal soil.

New again.