Filled with the solution
that is the sea of salt
stinging open wounds
cleansing with pain
brought to the edge
waiting, for the over flow.
Reflections of life
quivering with dread
shaken by the elements
of forces uncontrolled
potential victim of
primordial velocity, unseen.
Flooded by sea of life
the origin of being
cleansing the vestibule
hail a new evolution
microcosmic universe
catharsis, set me free.
Ciaran Burke
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