Here's a poem I wrote last night. It's titled 4 Walls:
My name is Metatron
And I live in a room with 4 walls.
This was not always so.
Though my room is dark,
There is a spark within me,
That keeps me marching on.
My name is Metatron.
The light is near.
I can already feel
the weightlessness in my limbs.
Thank you father sky,
Thank you mother earth,
Thank you my love,
For your patience...
Our name is Metatron,
And we love again.
image: "Relic" by yigitkoroglu
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