Death’s Dance

My only near death experience, comes to me through my nightly dance.
In the windowless room, I invoke my guides.

In the windowless room, serpents grow wings and take flight.
Up and out
Round and about

In trance,
We dance.
We dance
& I die.

Every night
We dance,
We dance,
We dance…
& I die.
With wings grown
Body shaken asunder,
Heaven is found.

With wings flapping uncontrollably,
Body left behind,
Other dimensions are found.
Lying on the floor
We bawl deep in the womb.

With wings grown,
Are uncontrolled pains.
I’m losing limb for limb…

But we dance
& We dance.

I cry.
We grow.

 

 

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