Shrine


"Shrine" 

There I was,
scattered,  
the pieces of me
washing back 
into the shore

I walked, again, 
out of the ocean,
on different feet
and legs into 
the other world,

where I began;

laid before me 
a story unread,
somehow familiar,
an odd sacrament
on an alter

raised 
for a bed,
to sleep 
to dream
again,

I lay down 
to rest my head, 
so very very tired
perhaps alive
not dead,

just a space to dream,
to wake somewhere
in the in-between,
to converse 
with the guardians

a mystery;

to secure through 
contract
without token, 
what was stolen,
the beautiful dream,

taken 
back
again 

in perpetuum mea
in perpetuum 

in perpetuum filia mea
in perpetuum mea

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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