Sasha Damien
Sometimes
Sometimes I stand at those edges
A part of me lost to the moment
Stepping away from flighty caution, I move
Spiraling towards them, like a firefly to fire
Destiny rooming in from time’s attic, waiting to turn
Curving towards calls from the cavern depths
That infinity patterns in light
Looking down at my vulnerability
A silent dancer, dancing away
Moving through opaque lifetimes
Bowing through various incarnations
Sitting wisdom on it’s ancient seat
In its single abode, my life, my soul
At its heaving octave….
Sometimes I stand alone, at a lonely distance
Living in their Dimension to raise lost vibrations,
To pull back the veil, to move them to that light,
My sole contract smoked at infinity’s hearth….
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