Heritage

Ecstasy and anguish are sides of a circle.
The palace of love is built next to the charnel house.
I weep to be released yet linger without chain or rope
Bound by my own heart and loins
to a helical ladder
spinning and slipping past me
the rungs a blur and the ends beyond sight.
Eternally falling along this endless steam train track.

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