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May 6
Once again
it begins.
New
vista.
Strange
new vista.
Eyes
open.
Uncertain.
Where
now?
Like a
dream
the memory
fades.
What was,
receding.
Reaching
back.
Grasping
vapors.
Ethereal
myst
of the
used
to be.
Fading.
Gone.
Turn
around.
New
adventure.
New
existence.
Real­ity.
One
to the
next
consciousness
flows.
Realm to
realm
the soul
traverses.
Wanderers.
Dimensional
wanderers.
infinite
the journey.
Each
unique,
no connection
between.
How
immortality’s
designed.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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