Ever-rising, ever-risen

Everything in life
is a tomb where
I buried the intensity
of my feelings:
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I resurrect                     
        my shock of separation
             before bed,
        when distractions
                         sleep.
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I exhume                       
                     my rage
along with the bones
of the sun.
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I enchant                     
                      my shame
                         with green necromancy
in the cold shadows  
of dusk.
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I enliven                       
           my awe
        with a feathered
key into                       
                 the pearly gates.

I tease                  
my joy,       
             a wayward
                        cat.
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                        I redeem
my guilt                      
                  with a wand
   of berries
and a blanket       
                                    of sand.
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I unravel my fear  
with a            
language of water
           and shapes.
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I unsmother
my sadness                     
with an
orange touch.
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                    I unbind
the wings
of my love,                 
        so it can fly free.

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By @d-pend
10/19/17
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