but I'm not sure what about.
How to translate, transcribe,
make it tangible.
It's about those spirits.
Those we meet and viscerally know
from another time
when you were soul sisters,
celestial twins.
And me, like those who got stuck
in the wrong plane
and only they know
and see how hard it is to exist here.
Mornings when clawing your way out
of your body feels like the only way
you could possibly get a glimpse
of what it feels like to exist.
A starburst. A starburst I am.
Feeling the constraint of being
forced into a human body
without a break.
Caught in the creators glass bottle
and not being let out
from time to time
to just get a breath.
Nobody else is quite as intense
quite as sensitive or visceral...
but those who we've known before
and feel a glimpse of spiritual safety
in their eyes.
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