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I dream of a severed hand
wind sweeping through an open window in a bedroom from one of my past lives I try to hide from the hand as it searches for me with its thumb heavy spider crawl distant voices scatter about me an incantation song I ask if this is my sign the hand make its way to me offers up an open palm with a heavy jewel laden ring I bend down take the ring and slip it on my left hand the curtains open revealing a fertile silver moon I don't know what to do I say standing there talking to the wind feeling like a fool the severed hand lays immobile at my feet its purpose has been served a breeze carries a voice past my ear so faint I can't hear it but it calms me I know I will wake up now that something has been set in motion I wake up and suddenly know the window of time has been opened but soon it will close I feel a sense of urgency all my lives are converging dominoes lined up in perfect order in that tower bedroom many lifetimes ago I told myself a story then I manifested it again and again into many lifetimes this is my last one my old soul longs for the night sky when it is complete I will swirl in the cosmos of creation just matter, dust, and stars
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April 2023
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