Time slows. Slows to a thudding limp-
minutes passing like hours.
Heart alive, knocking against a locked chest.
Sleeping at dawn.
Disassociating.
Stepping aside the body,
Floating and watching.
Floating and watching.
Hours pass in the night, like fire flies, and realms opened up.
A darkly nocturnal creature.
Up always at the spirit hours.
Walking here, feet lusciously wet and grazing
up with the faeries as rises the Sun.
Treading wet dews, before I lay down to sleep.
I live in this internal hour, an hour of flame.
A deep space that carries all Akashia, through an infinite void, stepping and slipping through time
Reaching all, and reaching out,
Bodiless and Divine.
My heart floods my mind, images reeling.
Seeing is believing.
Heart thudding against a locked chest.
Feeling the air against my breast.
Candlight flashing shadows at midnight hours.
Until Dawn's reaping.
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