Altered where alteration found,
in sound at the break of day,
suddenly the familiar altered with
just the barest sliver of the perception
a way in. The present altering the
past and future, to the flow that is always
streaming in swirl and eddy.
Grab these moments all,
a pebble of intent into the course,
altering where alteration is offered
She speaks three times
as they do and undo
There is a ghost in my house,
on the way out and a ghost in my
memory of what I used to be.
the third is becoming.
Black has taken over. The
tower. It breaks. Stalk
springs from the former
structure's foundation.
The hag, benefactor, transformation,
a receptacle for that outmoded
mode. There are three who
now explode. I, into fullness.
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