What if something is speaking to me ?
Something that cannot die ,
and all I have to do is listen ,
then function as a scribe .
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In spaces between my thoughts
or in corners of my mind ,
or memories of dimlit past ,
now lately redefined  .
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What is it then she force
convey ,
while pushing me aside ,
bending my will to her own design ,
my starry moonlit bride .
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What of myself and all these dreams ,
Now frozen out of time ?
A traveller from the depths of space ,
with nothing that is mine .