my soul has
transmigrated
losing all
memory
of the time before
i knew me
wandering
wondering
no moment
other than
now
Platonism
Hinduism
Buddhism
are
my guides
to reincarnate
before i
die
a gift
a curse
to become something
and
someone
new
yet,
to remain
unchanged
at the core
i am the
psychic medium
of
my own soul
i have read
my own
palm
my third eye
sparkles
in
disbelief
i no longer believe this dream
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