A Book of Reincarnation

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I am writing a book
It’s full of dreams
That were murdered
Now there is just torment
That lives with agony
Of loss and of laceration

The mutilated marriage
Maimed love
Love without agenda
Hiraeth, languishing
Slow harrowing death
Bitter, awful memories

I am writing it all
Inanity and lunacy
The hermit and the hierophant
Trudging through life
Of lamentations and vexation
Snuffing the breath out

As my carcass is ablaze
Apollo shines bright
There is music, poetry and sunlight
Prophecies coming to life
Renascence and redivivus
Phoenix rising from the ashes

All good things must burn first
To come to life
Radiate spirit and vivacity
Into a world of morose
It’s the quintessential truth
Metempsychosis at peroration.