Feeling Its Weight

January 9, 2023

Waiting with answers

to questions unasked,

a vacuum state appears

Smelling the ozone

feeling its weight,

all time reduced to tears

A newness reborn

a prophecy filled,

the words await unsaid

As what was created

before it was made

—returns to raise the dead

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

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