I have no choice but to submit to the Change

to yield to the Transformation taking place against my will


this metaphysical vortex destroying all I've become

in order to be what I truly am


and just what is that? Will I rise from ashes like the Phoenix

or be a rotting ambulatory cadaver like Lazarus


pulled by the marionette strings of Jesus's parlor trick?

this vortex destroying all to make all new


I have no choice in the matter but to resist or yield

certain death either way but in one of those ways a way in which to live...



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