Fried, pickled and roasted by life,
And proud of the pearly beads
of hard labor earned on the skin,
We set out to seek freedom,
but end up getting more trapped,
Desperation dripping from every pore of skin,
we die many times in a single lifetime.
But even if we have lived fully,
in totality even once,
there shouldn’t be any grudges,
Because this one moment of totality
is worth lifetime of fractured being;
a moment of liberation
among the living chain of
restlessness and incompleteness.
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