Exhausted beings, knotted together,
Entangled in others’ links,
Littering the ground with ashes,
Burned skin and worn-out hearts.
In this place, however, the fatigue of the soul,
May teach some to climb out of the smoke.
©FJ April 2022
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… or, simply, to allow the smoke to dissipate and the illusions to fall away…
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