She does grip me like a lover in the last throws of life
as i lay awaiting deaths kiss
scrambling my senses while bringing great clarity
the three lovely Women yet one in the same
like a sweet dream under the moon
i am enveloped i am not any more
i have become
walked in
turned around
shaken down to my core
freedom of spirit alive truly alive
and left struck dumb
as if i were dead
yet i am not
i run free in her hands
i jump into my fathers arms
and i understand the mirror
she calls them forth
she proclaims
she sings
and I dance
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