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[title] => Effigy
[time] => 2020-01-17 13:08:20
[hometext] => Building something out of nothing
[bodytext] => If I could build an effigy of stone or wood
and paint. It would manifest my deepest
desires, my hope, my fears and my shame.
It would be one hundred miles high and
screaming bright with flames. With the
smoke, the wind would take away my
frustration and my pain. Whisking them off
to afar away place never to return again.
But effigies are effigies, representing
only the pain, sorrows and regrets of life.
They also reflect a symbol of triumph
and honor that others might know and
retain. If the matchsticks and the kindling
were alive inside my heart and it too were
made of wood. I would burn it without remorse,
its body as well as its soul right where I
once stood.
(Ancient soul)
Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 4.15.2005
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