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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #2206658
The Soul's Freedom
Without wings,
I ascend
climbing away
from the crippling bonds of earth
to float on cold hydrogen.

In the darkness of interstellar space,
I walk through clouds of condensing dust
witnessing the birth of stars,
watching planets aggregate,
and life emerge.

I inhale
deeply of the void
knowing that subatomic particles
will merge to form oxygen atoms
to fill my lungs.

I listen
to the echoes of creation
reverberating across the universe
and join my voice to the song.

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