Beyond the Worlds of All Time
It felt different, and it did not.
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what’s called the self.
Air shivered,
heat waves accompanied.
The faintest echo
lingered.
Time stretched,
looped like ribbon.
A drop of dream
was stitched to every shade.
Air carried a weightless hum.
A note resolved and vibrated.
The ground felt alive.
No pulse,
no movement.
Home was far gone.
Trees wore the same green.
Every leaf held a glint.
Birds flew above —
it’s not the sky,
that’s something else.
It felt different,
and it did not.
Everything called
to a memory I knew,
yet nothing returned
in the way it once grew.
The quiet relief
of the unfamiliar
began to breathe.
I surrendered,
my soul uncovered.
A girl appeared,
she is not me.
Still I feel seen.
One step,
my laughter.
One step,
my familiar cry.
Under luminous light
lay beyond
the underworld’s hidden treasure —
Persephone’s garden,
I was certain.
Among the shining lights,
something stood brighter:
My sun,
creative fire,
glooming with joy,
the dreamer’s sight,
my eternal companion.
My moon,
the mother,
the lover,
the healer.
My shadows,
moving between worlds,
merged into one.
I was beyond
the worlds of all time.
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