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Dream Maker
parchment prose
May 4, 2025
When she burns energy — it fuels her mind
She is made of fire though she never eats it
I’m sure they are having a pyre down at the river tonight
The full moon holds power for her — channeling words — phrases — allusive to the upper fort form
Her journey so far has been fateful
But is it only me viewing it from binoculars
Her mind and body fall close to the bone landing near the river
But she hopes that it is a forgotten shadow of herself as the mind tick tocks behind her — calming the sun
Blank spaces and faces of gods only for a day
Will not go away
How many did you catch today?
