Re-iteration of the mantra of the Phoenix

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Reiterations of the mantra of the Phoenix

My narratives two steps ahead of me

Awaiting transgression and transcendence

Flight and fall licking every wound

Chanting spells of re-enchantment and rejuvenation

I fly back on a harmonious scale

I fall back on a disharmonious scale

With every movement pronouncing a different note , a different rhythm

Transgressing the past

Transcending the future

I stand still as a different me

Yet closer to me

Transgressing and transcending myself. 

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