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A life is
Worth
Less
Than
A bug
One stomp
It is done?
Or are we
recycled
Light
Where Death obscures
An answer
Can there be
Transliterated
Versions
Of our selves
Suspended in Timelessness
Hanging
Inside
Zion's Closet
Embroidered
With a new name
And a Spiritual Body?
Will we live again
Unsoiled and
With
Pure
Shine?
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-07-08 at 11:27
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Phoenix Foes
ValueA life is
Worth
Less
Than
A bug
One stomp
It is done?
Or are we
recycled
Light
Where Death obscures
An answer
Can there be
Transliterated
Versions
Of our selves
Suspended in Timelessness
Hanging
Inside
Zion's Closet
Embroidered
With a new name
And a Spiritual Body?
Will we live again
Unsoiled and
With
Pure
Shine?
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-07-08 at 11:27
