Inner Voice

Among the nothingness I stand

Not a woman, not a man

Unidentifiable, as their definitions stand

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Little Boat

I birthed it,

The story that I wrote

Out of a dream I had

Of me laying on a little boat

Soon I woke with vague memory

Thoughts I could not define

What was I doing on a boat on that dream of mine


In a dream I came to know

Of what is above

And what is below

Of creatures dark and ones that glow

And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.”

Then I woke.