What will be left of me
When the world turns back on
Will I have died to enough
Mourned enough
Stayed sane enough
To pave a new way

After all the in-between,
Will I embrace freedom in the new
Be made new
Or will I yoke myself to liminal norms

This cocoon will be my crucible
Or else my coffin
Melting out impurities
Or else turning out dust

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