They lay out my corpus,
My heart bared.
I am burned and ashes
Scattered to the winds and rains.
Each ash finds ground,
But spirit soars higher still,
To jagged pinnacles.
Spirit and clay wait apart
For the final reunion.
My heart beats once.
My heart beats twice.
I enter the room a man in black, but
My suit they replace with flowing robes of white.
The true and golden Sun gathers my clothes,
and refines them by the blood of stars.
A rose between,
To beg below and pray above,
My hands are clasped.
Life courses in me again.
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