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'Life and Resurrection'

[Part I]

The absence in my heart, returns me hither. I walked once more the road of echoes, far from lucid dreams.

I contemplate the end, in passing that from the beginning. The midnight son’s ascendancy; inevitable, imminent.

Though I’ll not stray, from the path the powers asked of me to walk; I think, I feel, I wish I may just tempt fate for the fun.

[Part II]

Sunscreen and saltwater saturate skin.
Filter sunlight through rain, unto all our sin.

Sublime in sensory overload here,
in this place in time; outside of the now.

All the years bled through and out,
as if I’d not been waiting.
In dreams I saw the likeness of,
everything I’d been missing.

So I fell back to fade away,
under the reign of night.
To claim the future before me,
to set the story straight.

[Part III]

Stranger in a strange land, driven by thine own hand; can you find the courage, to take the final shells?

One bullet dead-aimed for the heart, the other for your head. Never asked, nor given choice; just made to take the fall.

Submit to shame and find your grace, ignore the smoke, just smile. Face the death you have to die here, in this final mile.

The end merely a begin-ing, in-al-ter-nate guise; find yourself in resurrection, beneath distant skies.

[Part IV]

They say in life that you are born, to someday surely die. I watch the world I’ve known so long, fade over the horizon. Tomorrow morning I can claim; three times dead and counting.

You see there’s life within this life, it moves slowly in circles; and each time you are born again, you’re taken one step closer. When you reach the line at the end of light, you’ll find your own way home.

I spoke tonight to one of my kind, she sees things much like I do; and in the wake of all of this, I find myself re-mem-bering:

Soldiers, artists, scholars, lawyers; bureaucrats and brothers.

Everyone from everywhere, I met along the way.

If I could tell them but one thing, after all of this time; then this thing I would surely say, in breaking out of rhyme:

Tomorrow I shall be reborn, into that which you helped make me.

[Part V]

I remember bits and pieces,
of what had come-to-hither.
I’ve always known for certain,
that I’d been here before.

Once upon a time I said that:
I’d always felt homeless.
For the first time,
I quote that line;
to find it makes me grin.

I step forward into the light,
yes I will keep on moving.
Knowing now, exactly what,
it is I’m looking for.
With each new day
I’ll find the means,
to bring about a smile;
and someday, somewhere, far from here,
I’ll find my own way home.

'Life and Resurrection'

Laszlo Totka

Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

This piece signifies the conclusion of a five-year chapter of my life, and the conclusion of the ‘Memoirs of a Nameless Soldier’ (which is the collective title for all of the pieces I wrote during this time).

Laszlo Totka

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