Dying again, poem, steven james humphreys
Spiritual and beyond

Dying again

somehow I knew

I’d been here before

I will be dying once more

until the next time

I remembered

I was

dead

memories of past

lives had always

slipped through

the morning mist

baked by the rising sun

into

vapor

phantasm.

 

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