I blinked and all dissolved before my eyes.
What life
was this I could have sworn was mine?
So alien
its shape, and yet so fine
A dream no
sleep of mine could so devise.
I dreamed
of “Healers” … “waxen doll” … “the guise” …
The words I
heard were fading, line by line.
Was this some
vision sent from beings divine?
Am I where
someone’s dream goes when it dies?
“I thought that
it might jolt you in this way,”
The Fish
revealed from deep within my gut,
“A memory
extracted from a time
“That you could
never know. From what you say,
“It sounds
as if it brought you solace.” But
What
happened after that? What was the crime?
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