Repainting a Self-Portrait

What was once an era of devious confusion,
Now a steadfast return among my men,
Bled out of hunger in this plastic projection,
Several years lost searching in blindness,
Revelations about a distant past to withhold,
An answer to a question I never meant to ask,
Alas, a wishful thinking for an overnight stay,
Amongst Earth’s wisdom and harmonious warmth,
Not a chaotic maze but a vast fading mirage,
An illusion for a temporary rhythmic laughter,
Thus, for tomorrow, many shall be filtered out,
Those cheerful claps for my burnt funeral,
Perfidious figurines dancing at a drowning ritual,
No more – an awakening – an enlightenment –
A plastic world forever recycled for an ascension,
Resurrecting all symbolism to be a sand granule,
Repainting the true smiles of a self-portrait.

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