Prepare.

Rehearsed like symphonies many times over
Vibrations passing through time begin moving slower
Seeking the tune, pitch and subtle frequency
Shifting through fates, perspective and reality
In the hum of harmony a major chord is struck twice
Like deja vu with snake eyes on stilled dice
With a cold shudder and a rumbling shake
A fresh view of a new life through bright eyes after the wake
Switching off auto pilot and firmly grasping the reins
Realizing that things are just subtlety kept the same
Pausing to take a sip from my ice cold water
My nails a sign I'm someones middle age daughter
Not an ounce of fear, distress or confusion
Remembering that sight is a simple illusion
Creating new forms to provoke a distraction
Delaying ideas to manifest stuttered actions
Giving me enough moments to disappear into the street
Stumbling home to rest my swollen, weary feet
Preparing for myself a cold, teeth shattering bath
Designed to numb me so I can do the math
Remembering a song I've never heard before
Verses I sing open many a locked door
So I can understand the designs of my cumulative ink
I'm barely grasping the ideas which took so many to think
Not a second thought needed to embed them on my skin
Reliving memories of so many a lost kin
All the symbols must have lost their meaning
the observation proving ive just been dreaming
The pain of loss I know is real
The experience lay waiting behind a still warm wax seal
The joys of return lay just on the verge
Staring through the mirror a new image begins to emerge...

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