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over the edge

26/3/2020

 
terror
tight blackness
suffocating in my
chest
my own death
this body disintegrated


my flesh
gone
silently screaming,
crying into void
dark encloses
pale world
every darkness a portal,
a hole in matter
and I am going there
I know I will
as all faces that were flesh now decayed
went there,
my ancestors once flesh
now dead where are you
and those who chose to
walk towards the eternal
empty black


I ache
I can barely breathe


hello.
I go in, down,
take me there
I need to go,
over the edge


into the dark.

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    J.L.Walsh

    ~ yearning and wonder ~

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My practice occurs predominantly on the stolen lands of Wurundjeri and Bunurong people, part of the great Kulin Nations. I offer my gratitude, thanks and love to the Elders and Ancestors of this place. I pay my deepest respects to the traditional custodians of these lands, waters and skies, and all kin, without which I would not be able to live and practice. Always was, always will be. 
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