Inertia – essesq - November 17, 2009

I cling to nothing
Nothing clings to me
I am neither my history
Nor am I my identity
Bound
I was inert
And without impact
Locked
Dead
Cold
Invisible
Now the explosion of my destruction
Will rattle the fabric of space and time
Sending out a blinding light
A deafening roar
Crying
Behold
A soul reborn.

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