Bathed in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat
I looked up and saw my star
It was bright and blue and shimmering
It was calling out my matchless existence
And telling me to leave myself behind.
“this star” I said
“is telling me my destiny, hearkening my fate,
telling that I must become,
Completely free of limitations.”
Then I closed my eyes, rocked back
Fell softly to the ground in a breathly sigh,
And embraced my firmly goddess.
She closed calmly to the world as I
Became myself again.
“A soft and brief sojourn” I thought,
but found myself an old
Man when I awoke.
With grayness on my head and face
I walked with staff and dagger,
Held lamp about my forehead
And kissed the goddess all the time.
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