Past Lifetimes (a poem)

in dreams, i tremble

before unseen forces

always at work behind

scenes & a screen

of smoke that masks their faces

but not beaming eyes

that stare from shadowed corners

of my brain

synapses fire on all

cylinders & conjure

traumatic pictures,

memories from past lifetimes

in the wide plains &

deserts of desire

(Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash)


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