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3d
close your eyes.
breathe in eternity.
let the weight of time dissolve.

what is your soul’s curriculum?
what lessons are carved in your bones,
whispered in your dreams,
woven into the moments that brought you here? Saturday.

what an andy wants.
what an andy needs.

Saturn’s touch…
did you call these trials into being?
shape these crossroads before you arrived?
do you feel the pull of destiny,
or the echo of something you’ve already known?

what an andy wants.
what an andy needs.

are you listening?
to the hum beneath silence,
the flicker between waking and sleep,
the voice that speaks when all else is still?

what an andy wants.
what an andy needs.

the answers are not ahead of you.
they are within you.
all you have to do—
is remember.
Return.
this poem is a meditation. a ritual. a mirror.

it is about listening—to the whispers of dreams, the weight of time, the hands of saturn shaping the road ahead. it is about remembering.

returning to what was always known.

saturday. saturn. return.

what an andy wants.
what an andy needs.
Andy Denson
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Andy Denson  33/M/Cebu City, Philippines
(33/M/Cebu City, Philippines)   
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