† Psychosoma

My mind tells me that the halcyon brought on by the midday breeze
Is inferior to the serenity that comes from smoke and venom,
but as I tune in to the sounds that my body makes 
I hear screams of distaste, pleading me to live
but life is give and take and I take what it gives. 
I let it strengthen me. I let pain have all of me,
because the disappearance of negativity will signal the death
of celebration and success.

Let me fall so I can master the origins of etiology,
because life is a diseases and I need the vaccine. 
Love is a virus and happiness is a placebo.
Pain is real and death is inevitable.
Let me fall so I can rise yet again.

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