born in the war zone
I was dying
in a burning village
—all the while
the seas were raging
the sky was violent
flashing colors from the
crimson spectrum
as if the apocalypse
was at hand
in the dream
I tossed & turned
possibly tumbling inside
the belly of a whale
the morning light
whispered into my ear
saying when I open my eyes
I will have become
a child again
may two thousand twenty-five
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