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22 August 2006
Phoenix
I am perfect.
Untouchable, unconstrained, flawless.
Perfect crystal lines, form beyond grasp;
I am ethereal.
My veins run blue with lightning,
Its energy complete within me.
It arcs behind my eyes.
I am complete.
I am broken.
Overcome, overwhelmed, shattered.
Ragged, torn edges, chaos without form;
I am corporeal.
My opened veins pour out red,
My life draining to the ground.
But fire smolders yet.
I am growing.
I am alive.
Reborn, restored, alive.
Sculpted, rounded form, flesh and spirit;
I am now real.
Lightning returns to my veins,
Blood pumps energy and life.
Fire burns behind my eyes.
I am strong.
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