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Klimt - The Kiss

Tender like a bamboo cane,
you survived space and time, with blood tattooed on your skin.

Splinters of a mirror reflect your face in a thousand fragments,
streams of experience expand into the one consciousness.

The wound of yesterday alive and open again,
you bliss the present pledging tomorrow’s gratitude.

Change is like a childbirth,
and fear paddles against the current,
while the water flows down the valley.

Enslaved to those who follow themselves,
once already you fled from madness in dismay,
but today’s caution looks even more insane.

If you knew that tomorrow will no longer be,
you know you’d choose her… beloved freedom.