everything is so dark
and so blurry
like stars scattered everywhere and nowhere
I don't think I'm in control
something here is enlightening me
guiding my hands and my time and my mind towards the beginning of the end
the beginning of my end
I'm ending.
I'm done?
Is this it?
everything is so cloudy.
I can't remember the start or the end
the end isn't here yet but I feel it
no-one else here feels it.
But then who are you, who feels everything and nothing?
A tall, colorful and colorless stranger
Odorless and void of visual
I can't see you
I can only see your spirit
My spirit is leaking out of my skin
I'm hatching
I've done this before.
We've done this before.
I'm not sad, or scared, or angry
Or anything.
Or maybe I'm everything.
I can't remember the difference between my final form and what I've been all along
Comments
I've never read a poem about the experience of reincarnation before, and this grabbed me right away. I could picture it, this person tumbling through this abyss, questions racing in their head, their final transformation. That in their last form they seem to find peace and come to an understanding of their true identity makes perfect sense to me.
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