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Hwaet

I used to have this recurring dream�

There was
A hand that held a quill

That moved
In a visual

Stream � Writing words in gold -
Golden bold.

What?

They say

To enter a dream

Begins

With a study of the hand
Until the hand

Extends

Into dreamland

Orpheus
Into
Morpheus.

What?

Last night I slept
Writing in
Ink that wept

Across the page
Into

Depth
In
Depth

What?

Written by Cipher_O

(WarlordoftheWrittenWord)

Published 2nd Feb 2022

Author's Note

Hwaet=Listen in Old English.

The last time I slept,
I was present in the dream...

I composed a piece
that had something like...

Otherworldy beauty.

It was like...

I spoke the words into existence...

And it just... �Flowed so organic...

And it was like... �As my mind architected the poem,
the poem architected my mind.

Configurations and Configurations.

I used to have this recurring dream
of a hand, holding a quill, writing rapidly, masterfully, in golden ink...

This seemed to connect to that... �Somehow.

#shadows

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