Untitled, original poem #64

how worlds do shift
dunes of time
 & sacred space
turning
tumultuous on cosmic tides
everything is all brand new
& the majic words of prophets
 are just that
  nothing more than words

we make the movements
the moments
we are sleeping
 at the palace door 
  among powers
   & powdered pillars
where everything is new
 & blessed



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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