As I open my mouth to scream, I

swallow white bright luminosity, an infinite

sprinkling of twinkle.

It wraps itself around and

through my bones, reuniting with

the beginning of me. The

first asterisms,

spinning and full

Of the fire and fortitude that will belong

to a future version of me.

With a cloud of sage, I

feel something disperse,

dwindling in potency, hitting brick and

dying at my feet.

I am a galaxy, a force.

I cannot be crossed. I cannot

be torn or moved in any way, unless

I

say. But

don't count on my approval,

I smile in awareness.

Listen...the gate.

Clicking shut.

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