alien self casting

walking in circles to straighten a path taxing my breath feeling constriction

relieve that itching detach the carcass floating, observing as my withering ghost

this glimpse is now by loitering above surveils my proximity where i cannot

familiar confrontation my teacher, my shaman my alien self casting whispers for tomorrow

an interrogating message submerged in dread the idea to fear an idea is something to fear

ego fog vanishing refreshing my psyche take heed the lesson a stranger departure

my quest to solve mystery of gods seek not before my eyes, but explore behind them

step forward, be present step forward, be present step forward, be present step forward, be here.

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drift with her wind

twist her limbs make a friction twirl the spark

present with kin encircle the pyre kindle with flowers

unlocking our jaws draw inferno voice climb the heat

gaze in your flare float with song dance in her sky

lock milled jaws chew our pulps intake the final gasp

unlock our jaws free our mixes over the fires

our last driest yawn a kinship shedding unbound in ash

drift with her wind altered and new one in heaven’s tune

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