Changing Eyes

i’ve died many times
in this reality
you never come back
the same

i’ve seen the black dog
in the bleak grayness
of the ether

pronounced dead
at the scene

held hands
with the faceless ones
that walk spiderwebs
between worlds

exchanging our secrets

i’ve buried several
old versions
of myself
in the graveyard
of my mind

of psychic wars

i’ve been good
i’ve been evil
i’ve struggled
to keep them
in balance

. . . I . . .

more different now
than ever i was
but not more
than i’ll

eye will
die again



Poetry From The Sanctuary (CMP Headquarters)

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