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This weeks poem is the final three poems from my book ” A lifecycle in Nihighnigma” joint together as the end, ressurection and recreation of Nihighnigma.

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Nihighnigma

A flash of light
The four-dimensional image stops
The world is divided on a line of event
When I look behind me
I see it all unfold
Placing itself perfectly
And it all makes sense
To my surprise it continues when I turn back again
They are all there
In the future
I see that most of them are still filled with fear
They have not realised it yet
More and more alone, but not lonely

As I move towards them
They rise and join the line
Placing themselves in the story
Losing shape, and starting to glow
We are increasing in numbers up here
I reach the end of my experience
The light had returned to Nihighnigma

Then pitch black

The most unselfish died first
They are also the first in line for a second chance
I am no longer me
Them are now we
The unselfishness smells wonderful
Adding the first colours to the surroundings
We can only be bystanders
As we witness the creation of a world we already destroyed once
It is beautiful
Seeing something young and innocent
Blossom from the roots of its own self
Taking its first steps to share some of the baggage with the rest of us

I believe it rained today
The stars cried both of regret and joy
Regret over letting ego destroy the pure
Joy because innocence got a second chance
It felt good to cry
We gave something back
To help the growth in the beginning
The remorse we bore over the kids we once bore inside of us
Were released on this day

Peaceful
Quiet,
Sounds that penetrate, nothing
The apocalypse inferno
An emotional journey to the centre of the earth
Now, we are here
Only on the outside looking in
No more

We are the colours that blend
The wind that speaks
The soil that reach beneath ourselves
We are the soldiers of truth
We are the peaceful warriors that lost
And fell
Lost everything, and therefore won
Pure
Emotion