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Shape Shifting Soul
Written: June 1st 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
"here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
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In ethereal glow of our final seconds on Earth.
Within a span, souls enisling in an isthmus berth.
As metamorphosed bees, clad in airy wings, soar
Ebbing to a cosmic abode of glow, for ego lore.
Embrace bequeath in gestalt of Earth shell.
Or is life devoid of anguish and pain in hell?
Will we be protean for reincarnation with blood?
Shifting, fully booming, owing to anodyne stud.
We shall soon reminisce days on remote sand.
Ethereal pathways that follow a celestial hand.
Eyeing raw cosmic shape sycophant eternity.
Then clung to destiny with my slight dexterity.
Our exhausted organism is narcissism-driven.
Dichotomy may dim soul light if delight is given
Mixed rhythms create an authentic, airy shape.
Pride divides, but love beats through crape.
A human-shaped crow stands against me.
After a lull, I realize how other crows may be.
It can evolve into nefarious aviator at a whim.
Either he goes by moon or sun—could be grim.
He flies across treetops as various ravens bow.
Bald winged—swear to the lord's fealty vow.
To fulfill their duty and honor shifting souls.
Embrace him openly, regardless of goals.
Some may imagine me as an angel today.
A mercurial creature with a noble display,
Mythical beings travel to Earth and arrange.
But tomorrow—I can freely delve to estrange.
Enigma is amaroidal for loving or valuing a voice.
Mysterious to the esoteric—familiar by choice,
I may ply suction forms reaming joy or sadness.
In my cryptic tactics—no space for gladness
Nearly recalling draws me in—lures me away.
But those are tears of a child, pure, in disarray.
A juvenile devil is invading my cerebral cortex.
Despite optimum strain, I may become a vortex.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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