burning man, revisited

lessons,
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broiled to life
by the rising pink
of a desert sun,

caught themselves
in the tongues of
dust tornadoes
reaching out to lick me clean —

i am born
from the ashes
of the woman
i thought myself
to be

i am born
again —

only free.

z

(just arrived home from my second trip to burning man. if ever there was a destination more amazing, more life altering, more informative, more utopia-resembling, this is it. i recommend the experience to all.)

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